Local to me is the setting of Crow Talk, by Eileen Garvin, which made for enjoyable reading. This tender fiction novel is thick with research and well-developed characters spending a summer at a lake, wrestling with loss and grief. Such lovely writing.
Page 11: Listening to the bird chorus almost made her want to get to work - a feeling that had eluded her for some time now. Work, which had been her mainstay, had disappeared with everything else. But she was tired, just so tired. She stayed where she was, listening to the familiar avian symphony around the little house.
Page 56: He'd taken his fingers out of his ears and was twisting them together, braiding and unbraiding them. She could feel his small animal energy fluttering about the room like a trapped bird.
Page 178: The mist was breaking up over the water and moving into the trees like a dream retreating from wakefulness.
