Oh, how I loved this book! Julie Zickefoose’s nature writing is succinct simplicity at its finest, and Letters from Eden is the perfect bedside book; it begins with winter—when I began to read it—and ends with autumn, taking the reader through all of the seasons, with titles like “January Thaw”, “Six Gifts of April”, “Summer Pleasures”, and “Letting It Go”.
Although much of the book is devoted to the beauty and pleasures of nature, Zickefoose does not shy away from its dark side; the illness running through a population of chipping sparrows living near her home—and how Zickefoose handles the beloved birds—is treated with compassion, but reminded me (as if I needed reminding) that nature and animals undergo changes, and sometimes those changes give me a lump in my throat.
And if the various topics and gorgeous writing aren’t enough, Zickefoose’s illustrations push this book even further to the level of “amazing”. Although I’m not an expert on artistic media, I think I know pencil sketches when I see them; the ones in this book range from half-completed drawings to intricate pieces of art. Her colorful watercolors—of animals, of landscapes—are wonderful, and there are some works—like the cover painting of Paul the song sparrow (it’s a long story; read the book)—that are in a medium of which I’m unsure (oils? pastels?). They are all delightful.
Fortunately, I have at least one other Julie Zickefoose book in my bookcases; after reading Letters from Eden, though, I may have to start hunting for her others in order to (I hope) duplicate this reading experience.