BIRD AFTER BIRD is the story of two survivors:
Dear Birdy, Princess Birdzilla von MuffinStuff, Keeper of Dreams, Lover of our Fine Feathered Friends, queen of my life and light of my world, I hope this letter finds you well. If you are reading this then I am gone, and sweetheart, I am so sorry.
Chi-town professional Wren Riley is 25 and a rising star in the business world. She can eat a man alive and laugh about it to her girlfriends in seconds flat–at least according to her reputation. Behind the power suits and the flashing, flirty eyes, however, Wren has a secret, vulnerable side. Following a devastating loss and the discovery of a bird journal she and her father made together years before, Wren sets out to seek peace, closure, and something she just can’t name. Is that something tied to the little paper cranes she keeps finding along the way?
BIRD AFTER BIRD is the story of two warriors:
Laurence Byrd grew up a lanky Hoosier kid with the good/bad fortune of having the same name as the state’s perennial basketball legend. With a better affinity for dogs than sports or school, he ends up in the Army instead of the Chicago art school of his dreams. Still, his service to our country is something he can be proud of–until an argument with the girl who means the world to him results in a series of events that blows his life apart. With no one left to understand him, black sheep Laurie pours out his heart into letters and drawings he never intends to send–then he folds them into paper cranes that he leaves behind like messages in little winged bottles. He never dreams someone might be finding them.
God damn it, Sylvia, for a few moments I tricked myself into feeling really alive. I cut it off before anyone got hurt, but just for a moment or two, I really thought I might feel something again–something like trust. Something like love. Not the kind of love we had, but something new. Something like hope.
BIRD AFTER BIRD is a love story. When Wren & Laurie meet, their lives will never be the same.
I was bawling like crazy from the very start of this book. I know I earned curious looks from my kids while I was reading Bird After Bird but I really couldn’t help it. It was a touching story.
Bird After Bird follows Wren Riley who was still mourning the loss of his father. She returned to Indiana to sell her father’s house a year after he died. She was reading a letter from his father which told her of his undying love to his Princess Birdzilla and left her a book that both of them had created when Wren’s mom passed away. Dad and daughter tandem were actually bird enthusiasts and had spent most of their time together going to places and watching/studying birds. The letter was so heartfelt and full of emotions that I found myself crying and sniffing too.
We also meet Laurence Byrd, (he preferred to be called Laurie ), a mechanic, dog trainer, a former Army and an artist. A man of so many talents, a man of the world, if I may say so. He, too, was healing a wounded heart when his fiancee died while he was away in Iraq. Then his soldier bestfriend died a couple of feet away from him while they were at war. To abide his time, he taught other locals how to paint, wrote love letters to his dead fiance and left paper cranes in various parts of his hometown.
Soon, Wren and Laurie met. Two broken souls, finally learning to move on and move forward. But the question really is, would they be able to move in together in Chicago or Indiana or probably in New York where she got a new job?
Bird After Bird tugged at my heartstrings. Truth is, my own father is battling cancer right now and I know how it is to feel like the light of your life is fading. This novel made me appreciate my father more and more. I also think one of this book’s strong points is the relationship between Laurie and his sister Louisa, who had kept up with him through thick and thin. Reminds me of my own brothers and sisters who had been my pillars of strength during our family crisis. This had been a truly wonderful read, one of the books that I really appreciated. A book that once you’ve picked it up, it’s hard to put it back down again.