If you are prone to depression and feelings of hopelessness, this book is not for you.
Firstly, if you think this is a book about a person's relationship with crows in their backyard from the title, as I did, it's not. In fact, crows are only mentioned briefly six maybe seven times. I also do not recall her explaining how they were a comfort to her.
Also, most of the positive things she conveyed were wrapped in negativity. The sentiment I came away with was... she bothers to plant a pollinator garden and plant trees because she feels she should, but should you? She feels probably not, because in today's suburbia it's basically futile. I know this isn't true because of the large native plant and pollinator Facebook groups I'm in, and the native plant and pollinator education pages I follow. These groups have been growing by leaps and bounds and the pages gain more and more followers every day. Where I live there are also local groups for organic gardening and planting indigenous gardens. I live in a city!
Despite my knowledge that saving wild environments and supporting native plants and pollinators is on the rise, she presented examples in such a way I had to shake off a depressed feeling most times I set the book down. I can only imagine how many people beginning to be interested in the the environment, and how they can start a positive change in their own backyards, came away from reading this book discouraged. I found it insincere to quote Braiding Sweetgrass by Robin Wall Kimmerer, and then not reflect the positivity of Kimmerer's writings. Did Renkl even read Braiding Sweetgrass? She certainly was under-informed about a lot of subjects Kimmerer covered in her book.
I was seriously frustrated after reading how this author loves the invasive plants that green up and bloom earlier in the spring, hence bringing her out of her winter funk earlier; and how she knows the purple flowers which bloom in a ditch near her house are invasives, but they are so pretty they should be left there for her enjoyment. These "get out of jail free" love songs come after her lamenting the loss of so many wild native plant species she grew up with. Her thinking is disconnected. Does it matter to her that invasive Japanese knotweed chokes out and kills a plethora of native plants? Does she realize the native plants wiped out by these foreign invaders are usually supporters of specific pollinator species and when those plants are gone, so are those species; forever? Does she realize the "beautiful" but non-native Tree of Heaven is host to the invasive and destructive spotted lanternfly? The spotted lanternfly has been connected with hundreds of millions of dollars in decreased crop production in Pennsylvania alone. Is it important to her that people have access to affordable fruits and vegetables?
Someone with this much lack of knowledge, in my opinion, had no business being published. Now that I'm thinking about it, she also comes across as a selfish person. Also overly critical of others. She sent her children into a school environment as soon as possible and had a babysitter in her home to take care of her sons before they could go to nursery school, so she could spend the day writing undisturbed; yet she looks down her nose at multi-generational family homes and parents who have their children in afterschool activities such as music lessons, tutoring, and sports.
Another aspect of the book which bothered me was: yes this is a memoir... yet it's supposed to be about her interaction with her backyard environment (and crows, where were those comforting crows), but very little was about her backyard. She went into too much length and detail about her family's genetic eye diseases and cancer predispositions. Her childhood recounts were many times not related to the subject of her backyard and in this way the book was loose and wandering. And even though she is a mature person in her fifties, a lot of the writing had a contemporary "look at me" flavor; how she is such a martyr for the environment. She acts as if she is shouldering this environmental challenge we are facing on her own.
And then there were the constant depressing "life is short" comments; about how people in their fifties should start thinking about how little time they have left. These constant the-end-is-near chants were doubly depressing for me as I'm in my later sixties. I disagree, I don't think it's healthy to constantly measure how long one may, or may not, have on this Earth. Especially in one's golden years. It really irks me that the book was a Reese's Book Club Pick and so many more people read it because of this.
The author's writing style was average. She did have a few moments, but most times when she waxed poetic she was trying to give it a Mary Oliver feel, and it just didn't work out; the writing felt overly done when she did this. I think it becomes more apparent when an author's writing is plain in general. There were two or three times when she was talking about an event and then abruptly moved on to something else before telling what happen in the end.
My advice if you are planning on reading this memoir, is to read Kimmerer's Braiding Sweetgrass either before or after. You will be left with a better picture of what is happening, knowing people working together are making significant differences and that yes... your little pollinator garden is worth it because when all of our pollinator gardens, full of carefully chosen native plants, are added together you can see the progress. And please join a native plants group on social media or in your area.
I feel books like this are irresponsible.