The finest memoirists are those who can take the most niche subjects and turn them into something universal. Helen Macdonald does this ten times over in H is for Hawk, and I'm still reeling from the beauty of it. The audio, which she reads, holds a subtle magic. Macdonald writes of grief and obsession and the specificity of losing a loved one in such a way that it feels deeply personal to whoever is reading it. She was so vulnerable in her writing and characterization of herself at that time and I rode those emotions with her. I empathized with her, I became frustrated by her, and I felt close to her by the end of it. I also am now more intrigued by T.H. White than I ever thought I would be, and the way she wove his history into her own was a fascinating layer that made the book all the more interesting. Her prose is poetic and moving, and the keen eye which grief grants made the world we live in one of magic and mystery. I would recommend this to anyone who loves beautiful things.