It is a shame, because much of the book is fascinating and I suspect no one will read it without being driven to seek out other books by authors she discusses. And, any inclination I felt that I was being heartless was removed by talking to a number of women who felt the same way. The depth of her depression, therefore, comes across as self-indulgence.
After all, it did not occur until he had lived a full life and she was an adult. While one certainly commiserates with her loss, her grief is so extravagant as to be off-putting. You see, the genesis for Ms MacDonald's decision to return to her youthful pursuit of falconry was the death of her beloved father. Indeed, I wondered, initially, if my poor reaction to much of it was just a function of some natural misogyny. I really wanted to like this book more than I did.
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