For a meandering memoir/prose poem I found this surprisingly engaging and more importantly very beautiful and somewhat thought provoking. A meditation on what her mother’s blank journals meant and also on voice and silence and birds. Downgraded to 4 stars because I find myself somewhat reactive to books that are heavily built around the gender binary; but that might make it more appealing to some. Also a little overwrought at moments but at other times wonderfully flowered. This book focuses a great deal on what it means to the author to be a woman - but also much more.