At only 288 pages long, I read Isaac and the Egg in just one sitting. I remember briefly acknowledging some general praise for the book across social media but I went in completely blind, which really added to my enjoyment of the book.

This modern-day fable is a heartwarming and widely imaginative tale of heartbreak, grief, hope, and friendship. When we first meet Isaac he has abandoned his car by the side of the road and is standing on top of a bridge completely broken and alone. I couldn’t help but picture George Bailey in his last moments of desperation. Holding on to the railings and contemplating suicide, he sobs and screams into the icy waves below… and something screams back. He follows the noise to a clearing in the woods and there he finds an egg.

Isaac and the Egg is an underrated classic that I wish more people were talking about. It’s a brutally honest depiction of grief and the story will resonate with anyone who has lost someone. It manages to find humour and light in even the darkest of circumstances. It’s a wonderfully wacky and beautiful read; something truly special and unique.