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This book had some fantastic passages. The detail that Baker captures about the life of a falcon is impressive and offers an interesting window into this bird of prey. But I struggle to see who I can recommend it to. I only see the most bird obsessed people making it to the end. It’s essentially a collection of detailed journal entries. But it’s not a novel. It’s kinda like a bunch of short stories that start to feel repetitive. While I get the sense that watching a peregrine stoop from high in the sky to kill its prey never gets old, reading about it kinda does. The forward waxes poetic about how the book waxes poetic which makes me feel like I should be really impressed. In some ways I am. For example, this is a real passage: With a sudden stab down he was clear of the swirl and was chasing a solitary dunlin up into the sky. The dunlin seemed to come slowly back to the hawk. It wassed into his dark outline, and did not re-appear. There was no brutality, no violence. The hawk’s foot…

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