I just finally finished reading Birdie by Tracey Lindberg for my native feminisms class and it was so horrifically beautiful it gave me chest pains when I wasn’t close to tears. There were so many moments, mostly connected to mental illness, honestly, that Birdie experiences that I connected with and that’s what hurt but at the same time it’s so freeing to have them, like, legitimized in this book. I really, especially appreciated the community and over-importance of strong women in this novel. When the cover says “This is the novel Canada has been waiting for,” I absolutely understand that (even though, oops, I don’t live in Canada and never have, but knowing, however briefly, its history with its indigenous population, I totally get it). Even though it’s about Cree women (who I can’t, therefore, relate to by virtue of racial sameness) who are and have been, arguably, quite damaged, I absolutely fucking love and appreciate the way the women are still viewed as strong and enduring in spite of their traumas and how it almost seemed like they were stronger because of this. That is something that I know I’ve heard before about overcoming bad experiences but I have never witnessed it as reality in literary form. So…Tracey Lindberg has all of my respect, I mean, all of it. I’m just absolutely floored. (And still kinda crying, yes, hi.)