Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

by Max Porter

fuck-sacks

I have a feeling I'm gonna like this book

‘OH NO YOU DON’T COCK-CHEEK’.

He only picks up history books to label great men fuckwits or curse the church.

Me

Very sunset. Very bard. Very poignant.

Me

and their voice was the life and song of their mother. Unfinished. Beautiful. Everything.