First things first: I do not like birds. They scare me to death. They terrify me with their little eyes and they make me think that all they want to do is attack human beings because they want us to be their slaves. Paranoid thoughts apart, we just do not like each other. So, at first I was not really willing to read Daphne DuMaurier‘s The Birds but then, it is such a classic, with the Hitchcock movie always appearing as a reference (and in my mind any time a pigeon gets in my way unpredictably) that I gave it a try.
The Birds tells the story of a family who… is attacked by birds. The interest of the story relies on whether they survive and how. It is what I would call a process story: at the turn of every page you fear the birds doing something even more evil. Because it is a short story, it is very easy to read it and be done with it in an hour or two, so those that may be too scared but do not want to left the story unfinished, will struggle for a short time.
The style of this story is the same as that of the other Daphne DuMaurier’s: there is something eerie and terrifying to all of them. As you are reading, you feel there is something wrong. I compare it to going to work and seeing everyone staring at you and not saying a word… until you realize you are all covered in blood and do not remember why. I know this is weird, but it is a kind of psychological stress not easy to describe.
And now, a picture of the only birds I like: Angry Birds! It helps me to get rid off my stress… and it is a silly game.