Helen writes a beautiful tome about nature, falconry, the use of love and training of a Goshawk to help her move on from the death of her father. The chapter where she relates to receiving the phone call from her mother, informing Helen of her father passing away, was brave as it was brutal. To lay bare the depths of your soul like that, takes some doing. You could feel the raw angst like a nail being driven into your skull.
It moves on, at pace. Taking you through the trials and tribulations of training a "Gos". The sheer folly of taking on such a task, the bond between human and bird. I know very little about raptors, but what I do know, is that when out fishing they are always a pleasure to see.
Recently I saw our local Peregrine, soaring above the tree tops. That piecing call on the breeze, like a mournful cry, going down the valley. It never ceases to bring a smile to my face.
This book has opened up a whole new world to me, for those that are as passionate as the author in there love for these birds. It's a look into her world, her life and struggle to move on, as moving as any book that I've had the privilege to read. At times seemingly, I was face to face with those soulful amber eyes, as if I was being dismissed, totally and utterly by a glaring Hawk.
Buy it, open the cover, sit back and read something that is very special, uplifting and like no other book that sits on our book shelf.