This is one of the best non-fiction books that I have read in a long time. It is an elegy to her father's sudden, unexpected death. It is also gorgeous descriptive prose about the English countryside. It is also her own self-reflection about what that death did to her. I sense that she described it in such detail in order to understand her reaction better, and also to record it for her future self. My father also died unexpectedly when I was young, and it rocked my world, just as the author's world was rocked. I didn't record my feelings at the time, only remembering flashes now.
So, this book allowed me to remember that time in my life, without actually suffering it again.
And of course, it is a beautiful description of the hawk and her relationship with it. (Oh, and of course, it is an abbreviated examination of T. H. White, whose book "The Sword in the Stone" I read many, many years ago. I suspect her insights would make me appreciate that book even more now than I did then).
Amazing that this book contains so much, and yet is a book that flew past - it kept me up late at night to finish.