This books left me very satisfied. I received it for a gift. My sister-in-law told me she thought I’d relate to it, being a Polish outdoor type. Yup. Normally, I don’t find reading history interesting, but this thing pulled me in, mostly because it was a familiar back story, one of displacement, of people fleeing the country for their lives, and of contact with the natural world. That’s part of my generation’s Polish heritage. I knew that Heinrich had written about ravens, and that he lived in Maine, but had never checked him out. The writing is flat out brilliant. I see and hear him clearly, and it’s a convincing tale he spins. I am drawn to the book’s imagery of the woods, or jungles, of Bernd running barefoot through the countryside, of living on less, but living well.