Interesting, but I wished it would go into more depth of examples, include more birds, and be a lot less Eurocentric. There were several anecdotes I could think of off the top of my head that weren't included, including ones that didn't happen to come from Western Europe. What about the heavy mythological significance the crane holds in several East Asian cultures? How about the connection between the eagle and the Garuda of Hindu lore?

Also, the organization is a bit haphazard--just a simple alphabetical order? It's more like an extra-long Cracked.com list than a book, albeit without the snarky references. I rather wish this book had been more thoroughly researched and had tried to make some sort of conclusion with its stories. This may be just my inner academic coming out, though, and perhaps I'm being unfairly harsh. After all, there were many examples I found fascinating, so it isn't time wasted reading it. It's short--it'll be a quick read if you decide to try it. ( )

This is a beautifully appealing little book, including the cover, print, pictures, size, and overall design.

Of course, the tales of birds are themselves fascinating. The only problem with this book is there are so many different legends and superstitions about birds that it's hard to remember them all. A second book of lesser known birds would be fun too.

It's a book that would be delightful to own and revisit. ( )

THIS IS NOT A BOOK ABOUT BIRDS. It's a book about myths. It's a beautiful little cadeau I got from a certain Turkish gentleman. It's proof that even major publishers *can* make a beautiful book when they want to.

NOT ABOUT BIRDS. IS THAT CLEAR?

So, the author is this British ornithologist (remember now!) who's long been fascinated by the lore that surrounds our feathered brethren. He's spent a long career collecting the tales, the rhymes, the myths that envious humans have made part of their relationship to revenant dinosaurs. We're horribly jealous that they can fly, so we make them bearers of the luck we long for or the curses we dread (why are magpies considered bad luck, anyway? They're gorgeous, that's why, and us ugly nekkid apes are eaten up with resentment).

I loved the author's learned yet witty voice, though I can see many peole being turned off by it. He's not at all afraid to use his vocabulary, which I see all too seldom in books. More often than not, when I see an author use Big Words, he or she seems almost apologetic or embarrassed to know more than the Common Person. Faugh! Pshaw! Be smart and proud of it! Mr. Tate accomplishes that feat. He doesn't seem to worry about being accused of snobbery at all, which is admirable.

This beautiful volume is perfect for leaving on the coffee table, for visual pleasure; and for the browsability of its text, which lends itself to host-fetching-the-canapes reading, with subsequent chat about the interesting things one's guest has just learned. I love it, and not just because my sweetie gave it to me. ( )