Okay, I admit it. I began crying on the first or second page of this lovely, heartfelt, and gorgeously-executed short story and didn't finish until I'd read the very last page.
I'm not proud of the fact that I, a grown man, was a blubbering mess by the end of this story of love, loss, and redemption (yes), but it's a journey I'd take again and I'm certain with much the same result.
But I didn't cry solely because the story is so touching, but because of its artistry. It's not so much that it's a tale of loss but more that it's a tale of true human connection and real love, told in prose so achingly simple and perfect that it transcends the page; beauty like that is worthy of tears. Cooper's Hawk is a small slice of perfection.
Read an excerpt and buy a copy here.

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