Notes on Grief, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

Meditations by the author on the loss of her father.

I didn't honestly get much out of this one. She's very talented and this is very raw, she clearly loves her father very much and describes the practicalities of her grief in great detail, I just.... don't know what The Reader gets from that? It's very very possible that I'm missing the point, or that this book is deeply touching and sustaining to people who recognise her grief in their own, and in that case more power to them -- I truly don't want to sound like I'm critiquing her or this work.

But... to me this was in that category of things (dreams? Many kinds of sadness or anger?) where I don't think the description conveys the thing itself super well, even if you know the thing means an awful lot to the author (and sympathise with them as a person, etc)