Little Bird by Tiffany Meuret is weird, ya’ll. In the best way.
Have you ever read something that made you question your life in a “what the hell am I doing in this realm as a corporeal meatsack” type of way? Cause this book is one of those subtle reminders that we’re all bones and stardust occupying a life-infested flying space rock.
Anway, I came for the cover, but I stayed for the writing. Meuret’s prose borders on literary, but in an entirely no-frills, uncomplicated manner. It reminds me slightly of that parody mystery show with Kristen Bell, “The Woman in the House Across the Street from the Girl in the Window” on Netflix, with our alcoholic, homebody main character, but swap out the parody elements for supernatural elements.
This is one of those books not everyone will appreciate, but for those of us who do, it is a VIBE. I’d almost classify this as literary speculative fiction. It’s a book that makes you really contemplate life and THINK, if you can get into it. This book is so delightfully odd with a fairy-tale-esque storytelling.
Well, what’s it about, you ask? Underneath the enthralling prose is a sad story about a lonely woman who favors alcohol as a numbing agent. She works from home, avoiding any interactions that aren’t with her dog, Po. One day, she meets an animated skeleton, and that being changes her life.
The ending is unexpected, yet fittingly strange and somehow satisfying. I recommend this if you appreciate literary/speculative works or books that make you think.
