This book was sort of cute. There were some weird terminology things but maybe it's just because it was written 15 years ago? She keeps saying "telescopes" when I think she probably means "spotting scopes." And she rarely says "birders," they're "birdwatchers."
For someone who actually is a birder, some of the explanations (especially in the beginning) are a little tedious and the descriptions of birds and people a little precious. And she anthropomorphizes the hell out of the birds but at least she acknowledges it. And I rolled my eyes at lot. Like at the dumb names they named the hawks ("First Love"? Gross.) And how when she encountered a human skull (in a laboratory setting) she "shuddered." Basically the people all sound like a bunch of over-enthusiastic dorks but that's birders, right? Who am I kidding.
Also the only reason that anything that happens in the book is remarkable, is because it's happening in the middle of New York City. Every once in a while I'd think "oh, I'd like to see that! Maybe we should go up -- " and then catch myself. Because there are SO MANY opportunities for so much more amazing stuff (naturally speaking) between me and New York, but if you yourself are already stuck in the middle of Manhattan, then this is great! And wondrous! And amazing! But if you're not, then this shit's small potatoes. Ooh boy a killdeer family. @@
But yes, it was very nice, and the next time I'm in New York anyway, for some other New York-only reason, I'd like to take the time to check out Central Park now that I know a little more about it. And maybe I would recommend it to New Yorkers who were thinking about taking up birding (you know who you are.)