When H is for Hawk was published ten years ago, I read a review that made an impression on me. Over the years, I kept putting off reading it and eventually stopped reading anything as life got busier. I even forgot why I wanted to read it in the first place. Recently, I considered giving away my used library hardback copy, but instead, I decided to start reading, and I'm really glad I did.

For me, H is for Hawk is one of those books I might have liked when I was younger, but I definitely wouldn't have appreciated or been impacted by as much as I am now that I've lived more. It's been a while since I've been so emotionally involved with a book.