Review: Crow Talk by Eileen Garvin

Crow Talk by Eileen Garvin

Blurb from Goodreads:

Frankie O’Neill and Anne Ryan would seem to have nothing in common. Frankie is a lonely ornithologist struggling to salvage her dissertation on the spotted owl following a rift with her advisor. Anne is an Irish musician far from home and family, raising her five-year-old, Aiden, who refuses to speak.

At Beauty Bay, a community of summer homes nestled on the shores of June Lake, in the remote foothills of Mount Adams, it’s off-season with most houses shuttered for the fall. But Frankie, adrift, returns to the rundown caretaker’s cottage that has been in the hardworking O'Neill family for generations—a beloved place and a constant reminder of the family she has lost. And Anne, in the wake of a tragedy that has disrupted her career and silenced her music, has fled to the neighboring house, a showy summer home owned by her husband's wealthy family.

When Frankie finds an injured baby crow in the forest, little does she realize that the charming bird will bring all three lost souls—Frankie, Anne, and Aiden—together on a journey toward hope, healing, and rediscovering joy. Crow Talk is an achingly beautiful story of love, grief, friendship, and the healing power of nature in the darkest of times.

My Review:

I absolutely loved this author's last book so I was looking forward to this one immeasurably. While I didn't enjoy this one as much (it was a lot heavier for me), it still put me right into nature and beautifully written.  I found the ending to be a bit too tidy but I was glad for the relief after such a dark and heavy book.  I would absolutely recommend this author to those that love nature and literary fiction.

Crow Talk comes out next week on April 30, 2024, and you can purchase HERE!  

Nobody tells the truth about having children, Anne knew. People congratulated you and said how lovely and isn't that just grand?

Being a parent is the best thing that ever happened to me, they said.

My child is my biggest accomplishment, my greatest pride. They were all bloody, awful liars. Nobody ever admitted that being a mother is an epic of failure. There were just so many opportunities to fail: when your baby won't eat, or sleep, or stop crying, or has a rash, or has a cold, or won't look at you, or won't speak to you. Or stares at his hands and won't respond when you say his name. Or screams inconsolably for some unknown reason. Or worse things.

Or when you take your attention off him for one minute and he vanishes into thin air.