This book is about coping with being human. It's about how unexpected events smash and bash their way into our lives without permission. And how a love of the natural world - in particular birds- will help to raise you from these periodic depths. Through twelve characterful birds, Charlie show us that there is joy to be found in the very smallest of events. From solitary skylarks to squabbling sparrows, he explores their place in our history and culture, and ultimately shows us just how life-changing his decision was to reconnect with the natural world all around him.
"It reminds me that we humans are not so very different from the birds at all. Home is the company we keep. And flocking together in hard times is how we survive."
A very human look into how the natural world that surrounds us can help heal us. How if we take a deep breath and seek it out, peace can be found even in our hardest times.
Grief is an intensely personal thing that people cope with, in their own way. When Charlie Corbett lost his mother after a short but aggressive cancer he began to realise that his perspective on life was slipping away.
He had gone out alone with no real purpose in mind and found himself lying on a hill in the rain. His mind was full of dark thoughts and he couldn’t see the point in carrying on anymore. When he heard the song of a skylark above. It was a timely distraction. It was listening to that bird that changed his outlook on life.
He has chosen twelve birds that anyone can see with a little bit of effort and explains why and how they have helped him recover to the point where he has been able to cope with the stress and strains of normal life once again. In amongst that recovery, is the wider story of his mother and his family history and an acknowledgement that his childhood made him who he is today.
There is a strong natural history element to this book, but be aware that the central theme is about him dealing with the grief following the loss of his mother. Nature and birds, in particular, are his way of coping with all the trauma. What it does show though is how life can be improved and in certain circumstances saved by immersing yourself in the natural world. He is not a bad writer either and this is an engaging book.
I couldn’t rate this book any lower than 5 stars simply because of the stunning and evocative writing, which made me feel all the emotions ❤️.
Charlie Corbett has crafted a beautiful book based around British birds, such as robins, sparrows and wrens, entwined with a deeper story about loss, grief and the effect it has. The book follows Charlie’s journey to find hope in life again following his mother’s devastating young death. By looking up and around, he was able to find solace with the local birds and learn to be present in life again.
I picked up this book because of my love of garden birds, but didn’t realise I would connect with it so much and find similarities with my own experience of grief. A truly heartwarming read 💖.
“And finally I would like to thank the birds because I could not cope without you.”
It took me a while to get through this book to be honest. I put it down more than once with the intention of not finishing it. Then I adopted a one chapter at a time approach, out of respect for the life changing event that caused the author to write it.
The name is a bit misleading for me, possibly “12 Birds that Saved My Life“ might be a more appropriate title? I believe that writing this helped the author process his grief in a manageable way, and for that I am happy. Unfortunately for me, whatever life lessons he garnered from his birdwatching didn’t translate into the life saving or life affirming book that the rear cover promised.
A simple and delightful book that gently reminds us of the incredible restorative of being in nature; taking an interest in the outdoor beauty around us that lifts us out of our own heads and into the world. Won't teach you a great deal about birds or mental health, but perhaps an acceptance that mental unrest can be a part of life for many people that comes and goes and that those harder times can be eased or given respite by nature. For anyone who has to work tirelessly at times to maintain their wellbeing it is a brilliant reminder that 'you don't have to make any kind of effort to change your mood. Nature just sort of does it for you.'
Przyjemna w odbiorze książka z rodzinnym tłem i trudną codziennością, uczy doceniać i zauważać niezwykłość natury. Dodatkowy aspekt edukacji - nauka gatunków ptaków i ich cech.
12 birds to save your life is a true gem. I was drawn to this book after it popped up on my social media news feed from Penguin publishers. Initially I was drawn to it by its wonderful art work showing such beautiful images of all the birds featured in the book. Corbett eloquently weaves his own personal account of grief through the meaning, myths & beauty of each bird. Having been recently bereaved myself I took comfort in Corbetts brave personal journey towards happiness through the lens of the wonderful world of nature. 12 birds to save your life will open your ears & eyes to nature and your heart to brighter days & hopeful new beginnings.
What a really lovely book. I loved the anecdotes at the start of each chapter about the different birds and their connotations and characters we have placed onto them.
It was interesting to hear about how nature played a monumental role in helping him with his grief, depression and anxiety.
Deze schrijver heeft me overtuigd dat iedereen een vogelaar moet willen zijn.
Dit boek was totaal niet wat ik verwacht had, maar heb het best lekker weggelezen. Twaalf hoofdstukken over twaalf vogels, maar dan gaat eigenlijk enkel het begin en eind daarvan even over die vogel. Verder gaat het over allerlei ervaringen van de schrijver rond zijn familie en met name zijn rouw om het ziekbed en daaropvolgend verlies van zijn moeder. Aandacht voor vogels en het weer bewustzijn van de mens als onderdeel van de natuur hebben hem door de moeilijke tijden heen gesleept.
Een pleidooi voor meer aandacht voor de natuur direct om ons heen, omdat dat elk stukje van je leven wat dragelijker of leuker maakt.
If this book has taught me something crucial, it is to read the synopsis and reviews more carefully and not just go by the title. “12 Birds” was not a happy read.
The author, by his own words, is not an expert on birds. Not really. That besides, when he’s writing about birds, and the countryside and nature in general, he’s quite endearing. And informative? Well that depends on how much you already know about common and garden British birds. A lot of it has been gleaned from other expert sources, that’s clearly stated, but even so, there were plenty of factoids I hadn’t known to keep my interest up.
However, for me, this book is a bit of a ringer: a nature book intermeshed with an autobiographical one dealing with his abject grief and mental anguish. There is too much of the latter and it’s very repetitive. Remember those hapless passengers in the parody disaster movie, Airplane, being seated next to the “hero” before he monologues his life’s problems with dire consequences for the fellow passenger? That was me towards the end. I could share up to a point, but for 12 chapters; on repeat?; it’s too self-absorbed and self-pitying for me. It made the appearance of each bird seem contrived.
But he’s a professional writer and the prose has clarity and fluidity; when he’s writing about the birds, he’s on a roll. It’s a pity we had to return to the other matter, over and again, but I guess that’s the book he wanted to write.
Well… I’m not exactly sure how this even got published? Ok - I didn’t HATE Charlie Corbett’s 12 BIRDS TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. And on one level it’s kinda charming and cute and has a few warming affirmations. I could even envision gifting it to someone because it’s cute and quirky. But based on any objective literary standard it’s a pretty poor read. The famous adage SHOW, DONT TELL was just thrown out the window here because all this book does, is tell. He also uses an abundance of cliches, tired or overused metaphors, and cringey colloquialisms throughout - all pretty standard no-nos when writing any sort of book. He meanders on a single topic, that being the death of his mother, for 300 pages - sorta ambling back and forth and actually ignoring a really interesting detour about his uncles probable suicide. Nope - back to mom’s death again, and describing bird tweets and irrelevant details. At each chapter’s conclusion he gives a statistical probability on the chances of seeing each bird based on zero scientific data. Yes, this is a sweet book- surely you’ve got some relative or friend who will LAP THIS SACCHARINE SHIT UP, but On any objective, discerning, literary level, it’s a fucking mess. And it’s not that ‘it’s not that kind of book’ because I had fully expected something a bit off-beat, but it’s just quite poorly executed. 1.5/5
Read for work, but what a pleasure. A phenomenal half-memoir-half-toe-dip-into-bird-watching, told through the lens of the twelve birds that impacted Corbett’s life in the time around his mother’s illness and passing. This book made me laugh as much as it did cry, full of generosity and pathos, while retaining a truly human sense of being. This book is not pretentious, it is not unobtainable, it is grounded and accessible. A book I will treasure and return to again and again.
A rather melodramatic title for a book that is more about the author's demeanour following the death of his mother from the scourge of cancer. He struggles to cope with his grief and takes to the countryside in search of solace. He encourages his readers to step outside and listen to the birds. Just as he does during bouts of self flagellation and, at times, suicidal thoughts. It did get rather tedious...
Whether you are or have experienced bereavement, Charlie Corbett’s experiences and the comfort he found in the natural world are meaningful and uplifting. His writing is not without humour either and most of us will relate to his problems around family, work, marriage and self-doubt. Reading this book may just open your eyes to the magic and peace of the world around you. Strongly recommend
I've always had a strong affinity for birds, and anytime I try my hand at drawing, I can never help but draw birds. I recall from my childhood how my relatives kept hundreds of pigeons as pets in a room larger than the one I currently rent in Delhi. The first book I ever read about the bond between people and their birds, and it still triggers memories of it more than any other book was H is for Hawk by Helen Macdonald so when I saw Charlie Corbett's book cover with the lovely bird collage and the title, "This book provides nature's lessons in happiness," I dove at it like a barn owl might while hunting his prey quietly.
I decided to read 12 Birds to save your life before looking at the rating on Goodreads, possibly because I felt like I needed to be saved. I just turned the pages to be welcomed by Charlie's 12 Birds illustrations, one for each new chapter, which were all quite charming. This book is a secure place where Charlie has exposed his soul to deal with his mother's unexpected death from cancer and how the uplifting and life-affirming melodies of birds broke the grief-wrapping he was in.
Reading this book made me so happy that I was greeting folks who arrived at work at 8 a.m. with "Top of the morning to ya." If you live in an extremely industrial location, it's possible that you won't hear a single bird's song during the entire reading of this book. Alternatively, it's possible that this book may make you nostalgic for birds and your hometown, which one must leave in pursuit of better-paying prospects.
By just living in their most natural state and going about their daily lives while singing throughout them, these unusual, almost extinct, and other domestic birds that Charlie Corbett writes about inspire him to write about his family and his relationship with himself. When he discusses life, overcoming fears, and remembering that nature has all the answers if we just stop, close our eyes, and listen, I could see similarities between his ideas and mine.
After the recent rain showers, I found myself relishing the cold wind. I found myself looking at the sky and tracing the flight of birds and smiling at the wonderful airshow created by their movement. The constant tap of raindrops against my windows reminded me of a woodpecker building a home in a log of wood; the small hops of a house sparrow are similar to taking one task at a time off of my to-do list. I recall trying to comfort a hurt bird while holding it, as well as remembering killing a bird when I was a child and carelessly throwing a stone that struck a sparrow. Birds are everywhere around us, and they may help us on a daily basis.
I had neglected the world of bird songs because I was too preoccupied with earning a career, pursuing my aspirations, and enduring heartbreak until Charlie Corbett reintroduced me to it. He gave me the impression that I could learn from his life and take the best lessons from his endeavours to save us all from our own selves as he shared so many rational reasons woven throughout his own experience. For this, I am grateful to him.
I read this book over the course of a year and it was a touching and beautiful story to come back to every so often. Life lessons taught by birds “The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.” - Alan Watts
Reflections and lessons learned: “It reminds me that we humans are not so very different from the birds at all. Home is the company we keep. And flocking together in hard times is how we survive”
I’ve spent most of my life living in towns but when seeking moments of solace have noticed the birdsong - for me it was never about the names or the identifiers but about the escapism. Gardens, parks, local beauty spots in valleys and hills - despite having to pay to have them printed, many family photo albums still contain photos of empty gardens and panoramic scenes as they’re part of the memories but in which everyone’s experience is different and unique. I’m lay now with a telegraph pole outside the window as I write this - a telegraph pole that I hate for the aesthetics but love for being a home to a variety of different feathered friends that I can say hello to at different times - some of my favourite neighbours now I think about it!
This is a book written in the same vein that I like to write book reviews - a description, critique and adoration for the parts of the topic enjoyed, but a personal element to describe the context of the content for myself. What are books if not something to remind and challenge. The sounds, colours and smells of nature all wrapped around a family’s memories, and the experiences of love and loss.
“What are you going to be, a bloody librarian?’” Ahh, families… The potato and strawberry quote; the bird reflection analogy, lockdown mentions - in a week where I kept chanting and wondering whether the regular appearances of single magpies was trying to influence a life decision, this struck a chord of recognition and comfort, whilst feeling the authors pain and similar solace sought
“Why can't we just be like a normal family? echoed around my head. I'm so glad we weren't, Mum”
“Hearing the song of a chaffinch in February, and the tingle of optimism it brings, gives me a feeling I could never pre-empt; it just happens without me trying. And that is what I find so wonderful about nature, and in particular birdsong. You don't have to make any kind of effort to change your mood. Nature just sort of does it for you”
There are many reasons I adore this book: among other things, its beautiful and lyrical and heartbreaking at times, funny at others, as well as the fact that I've never had someone describe the feeling of grief as accurately to my experience as this - right down to the strange and vague grief dreams. As someone who also loves birds and who lost my grandma very suddenly to cancer quite like Charlie Corbett's mother, I have never felt so seen, like a deeply emotional deer in headlights. It brought me right back to how I felt, gave me some much needed catharsis. It felt as though he was speaking directly to me - a completely honest and completely emotional memoir about birds and death and recovery and nature. I love, love, love this book. I've loved it start to finish and it will likely forever stay with me in some small part, nestled in my psyche next to my love of birds, my lovely grandmother and the time I spent recovering from losing her. I would and already have reccomended this book to lots of people, as well as slipping it into my mum's reading pile. Probably the first memoir/autobiographical book I have enjoyed!
This was a beautifully written account of Charlie Corbett's journey through grief and acceptance with the unintended company of birds as healers to see him through his pain.
The writing here is raw and unapologetic; Corbett admits to being a "flawed human", as are we all. He details the horrible rollercoaster ride of his mum's diagnosis, treatment and deterioration, and the effect that has on all the family (his dad, brother and sister). I like the honesty in the storytelling here. Corbett hides nothing.
His passion for birds comes through loud and clear and as a fellow garden birdfeeder watcher, I was intrigued by the writing, as I know exactly what he's describing when he says your day can be turned around from dark and bleak to warm and bright, simply by observing a small ball of feathers singing their heart out or gathering materials for a nest or picking seeds from your garden.
A beautiful and inspiring read which I wholeheartedly enjoyed.
I'm not sure about this book. It felt like the stories about birds and stories from his memories didn't fit together and were forced, for the concept of the book. I also felt like it had the promise of showing you how nature could help your mental health but this was a tag along for the maudlin memories - almost an afterthought.
I appreciate the content and what he went through, having been through very similar, but felt as a book this needed more towards the healing and guidance.
A joyous, life affirming book full of love for people, nature and landscapes. If Charlie’s self realisation teaches anything it is to be gentle with yourself and be kind to the people, nature and landscapes you encounter on your journey.
Heartfelt, warm anecdotes and recollections that invokes memories of walks down winding country lanes. It gives the overall feeling of being connected as well as part of something bigger than yourself. A pleasure to read
A fabulous book about living with grief, anxiety and depression and finding solace in nature and specifically the re-discovery of birds in our near surroundings and the hot they bring.
This was a tender read - exactly what I needed to get me through the January blues. I enjoyed how multifaceted the book was. Some poetry, some humour, some reflection on the dark depths of our emotions, some consideration of how nature can pull us through - que anecdotes about birds, their calls, and their charming collective nouns. Its a book about being human - about the author's loss - and how nature can heal. It appears Charlie and I share the same quiet reverence and unpretentious awe for the natural world - it was affirming to read that this was a steadying force of joy for someone else too. Neither a hardcore book for naturists nor a self help book for those struggling - but if you're someone who from time to time has dabbled with sadness, and you find solace in the natural world, this book is for you.