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Book description:
Benjamin Alire Sáenz’s stories reveal how all borders—real, imagined, sexual, human, the line between dark and light, addict and straight—entangle those who live on either side.
Favourite quotes:
"Fuck countries. I hate all of them. You are the only country I want."
"Some people are so beautiful that they belong everywhere they go."
"Grief was like that - it was an earthquake in the heart. But grief was also a cruel thief that stole away the control you had over your own body."
""Explain it."
"No" I said.
Somehow he accepted that. We tried to learn about each other without explaining ourselves too much. We became each other’s favourite books. We were obsessed with reading each other.”
"People were always trading in nostalgia. It was always good for business."
Rating:
4 out of 5
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It’s been a while since I was able to finish a book in one sitting. I missed the felling of being engrossed in the story and involved with the characters to the point that you couldn’t bare to leave them without knowing that they’re okay. They all felt so real to me. It hurt knowing that I can’t just call them up to pick up where we left off.
~~~
Now the book itself, well, it contains seven short stories that are related in the sense that they all feature the Kentucky club at one point or another. And like all story collections some shine brighter than the others but aside form that they go on to tackle a whole spectrum of human emotions and issues that, if you have an ounce of humanity in you, will make you tear up and/or weep.
You guys, this man though. I just. I can’t formulate a proper reaction that won’t get me all worked up. I simply NEED more people to read him because his words are the closest thing to holy that I’ve come across recently. So beautiful. It will leave you with this ache that’s both painful and fulfilling.
Thank you Benjamin Alire Sáenz for sharing your words with us.

Book description:

Benjamin Alire Sáenz’s stories reveal how all borders—real, imagined, sexual, human, the line between dark and light, addict and straight—entangle those who live on either side.

Favourite quotes:

"Fuck countries. I hate all of them. You are the only country I want."

"Some people are so beautiful that they belong everywhere they go."

"Grief was like that - it was an earthquake in the heart. But grief was also a cruel thief that stole away the control you had over your own body."

""Explain it."

"No" I said.

Somehow he accepted that. We tried to learn about each other without explaining ourselves too much. We became each other’s favourite books. We were obsessed with reading each other.”

"People were always trading in nostalgia. It was always good for business."

Rating:

4 out of 5

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It’s been a while since I was able to finish a book in one sitting. I missed the felling of being engrossed in the story and involved with the characters to the point that you couldn’t bare to leave them without knowing that they’re okay. They all felt so real to me. It hurt knowing that I can’t just call them up to pick up where we left off.

~~~

Now the book itself, well, it contains seven short stories that are related in the sense that they all feature the Kentucky club at one point or another. And like all story collections some shine brighter than the others but aside form that they go on to tackle a whole spectrum of human emotions and issues that, if you have an ounce of humanity in you, will make you tear up and/or weep.

You guys, this man though. I just. I can’t formulate a proper reaction that won’t get me all worked up. I simply NEED more people to read him because his words are the closest thing to holy that I’ve come across recently. So beautiful. It will leave you with this ache that’s both painful and fulfilling.

Thank you Benjamin Alire Sáenz for sharing your words with us.

(Source: nourareads)

so, i made a twitter account to interact with you lovely people more. please feel free to talk to me and whatnot. i promise i’m at least nice.

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Book description:
Today is Leonard Peacock’s birthday. It is also the day he hides a gun in his backpack. Because today is the day he will kill his former best friend, and then himself, with his grandfather’s P-38 pistol.
Favourite quotes: 
"The whole time I pretend I have mental telepathy. And with my mind only, I’ll say — or think? — to the target, ‘Don’t do it. Don’t go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a rollercoaster. Swim in the ocean naked. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it’s in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you’ve never evenheard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose—allow smells to be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven’t seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don’t go back to that miserable place you go every day. Show me it’s possible to be an adult and also be happy. Please."
“I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.” 
“Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can’t remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn’t bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?” 
Rating:
unrated
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I’m often told that a book that makes you feel one strong emotion or another is usually a good one.
Well, I felt such violent love and hatred towards this book that I’m honestly at loss as to how to rate it let alone review it.
So, here we are 7 months later and I still have nothing. Trying to formulate one coherent thought has me grasping for words that are beyond my reach. 
It starts off so wonderfully and has you right where it wants you. Hook, line and sinker but then it keeps going and going and going and then it abruptly ends in such a way that if I read a physical copy of this know it will be flung across the room for a permanent time out.
Seriously, for such a great beginning and middle this book has got to have one of the worst ending that I’ve read in my entire 23 years of existence.
I reread the last few pages again to make sure that’s how it ended and yeah. Still the same. Why Matthew Why? 
Recommended to those curious souls and no one else. at all. it will frustrate you. 

Book description:

Today is Leonard Peacock’s birthday. It is also the day he hides a gun in his backpack. Because today is the day he will kill his former best friend, and then himself, with his grandfather’s P-38 pistol.

Favourite quotes: 

"The whole time I pretend I have mental telepathy. And with my mind only, I’ll say — or think? — to the target, ‘Don’t do it. Don’t go to that job you hate. Do something you love today. Ride a rollercoaster. Swim in the ocean naked. Go to the airport and get on the next flight to anywhere just for the fun of it. Maybe stop a spinning globe with your finger and then plan a trip to that very spot; even if it’s in the middle of the ocean you can go by boat. Eat some type of ethnic food you’ve never evenheard of. Stop a stranger and ask her to explain her greatest fears and her secret hopes and aspirations in detail and then tell her you care because she is a human being. Sit down on the sidewalk and make pictures with colorful chalk. Close your eyes and try to see the world with your nose—allow smells to be your vision. Catch up on your sleep. Call an old friend you haven’t seen in years. Roll up your pant legs and walk into the sea. See a foreign film. Feed squirrels. Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take. Just don’t go back to that miserable place you go every day. Show me it’s possible to be an adult and also be happy. Please."

“I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.” 

“Did you ever think about all of the nights you lived through and can’t remember The ones that were so mundane your brain just didn’t bother to record them. Hundreds, maybe thousands of nights come and go without being preserved by our memory. Does that ever freak you out? Like maybe your mind recorded all of the wrong nights?” 

Rating:

unrated

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I’m often told that a book that makes you feel one strong emotion or another is usually a good one.

Well, I felt such violent love and hatred towards this book that I’m honestly at loss as to how to rate it let alone review it.

So, here we are 7 months later and I still have nothing. Trying to formulate one coherent thought has me grasping for words that are beyond my reach. 

It starts off so wonderfully and has you right where it wants you. Hook, line and sinker but then it keeps going and going and going and then it abruptly ends in such a way that if I read a physical copy of this know it will be flung across the room for a permanent time out.

Seriously, for such a great beginning and middle this book has got to have one of the worst ending that I’ve read in my entire 23 years of existence.

I reread the last few pages again to make sure that’s how it ended and yeah. Still the same. Why Matthew Why? 

Recommended to those curious souls and no one else. at all. it will frustrate you. 

(Source: nourareads)

(chap) Book description:
a collection of poems by Sam Cook, featuring the texts of selected poems spanning the last six years of his writing.
Favourite quotes: 
"home is wherever people know your stories.
"To many, the word pray is a pious way to say silence."
"I don’t have to believe in anything to pray.
So I do not concern myself with big truths
like: what is god, or who came up with hiphop, punk rock, or calculus first.
My job’s just to name things so I call it honesty and Abe Lincoln,
ant colonies and short wave radios
I call it looking for god in the face of strangers.” 
"Each of us only gets a few opportunities
to show another person that humanity
is more that just the people behind you
who will trample you when you fall.”
Rating:
4 out of 5
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dear sam,
THANK YOU for so many things but right now it’s mostly for making button poetry a reality and the reason my bad days aren’t as horrible as they were.
honestly. your work has taught me so much and is constantly renewing my faith in humanity as a whole. which makes it difficult for me to review anything you write because i’m mostly in love with it all. not exactly objective, eh?
but let’s give it a go regardless.
i came into this not having watched or read a big chunk of your writing and was honestly blown away. you start this short collection with Delta and immediately the words “home is wherever people know your stories” stick out. i felt it being directed at me and i immediately started tearing up because i haven’t experienced that kind of “home” before and you made me want it. badly. 
then there is just the simple way in which you word things that makes feel not alone, like i found a friend in between those few pages. thank you for that.
(good job on the cover too)
(this isn’t working, is it?) (well, i tried) (sorry)
your faithful reader,
noura

(chap) Book description:

a collection of poems by Sam Cook, featuring the texts of selected poems spanning the last six years of his writing.

Favourite quotes: 

"home is wherever people know your stories.

"To many, the word pray is a pious way to say silence."

"I don’t have to believe in anything to pray.

So I do not concern myself with big truths

like: what is god, or who came up with hiphop, punk rock, or calculus first.

My job’s just to name things so I call it honesty and Abe Lincoln,

ant colonies and short wave radios

I call it looking for god in the face of strangers.” 

"Each of us only gets a few opportunities

to show another person that humanity

is more that just the people behind you

who will trample you when you fall.”

Rating:

4 out of 5

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dear sam,

THANK YOU for so many things but right now it’s mostly for making button poetry a reality and the reason my bad days aren’t as horrible as they were.

honestly. your work has taught me so much and is constantly renewing my faith in humanity as a whole. which makes it difficult for me to review anything you write because i’m mostly in love with it all. not exactly objective, eh?

but let’s give it a go regardless.

i came into this not having watched or read a big chunk of your writing and was honestly blown away. you start this short collection with Delta and immediately the words “home is wherever people know your stories” stick out. i felt it being directed at me and i immediately started tearing up because i haven’t experienced that kind of “home” before and you made me want it. badly. 

then there is just the simple way in which you word things that makes feel not alone, like i found a friend in between those few pages. thank you for that.

(good job on the cover too)

(this isn’t working, is it?) (well, i tried) (sorry)

your faithful reader,

noura

(Source: nourareads)

Hey i just found your blog and i instantly fell in love with your posts and reviews. I don't know if this has been asked before but can you give recommendations on what poetry books i should read? Btw your book shelf looks amazing!! asked by Anonymous

hello lovely human,

thank you for your wonderful message. kind words are always welcome and appreciated.

and it hasn’t been asked before. so, the poetry books i recommend would be the following:

the year of no mistakes by cristin o’keefe aptowicz

yesterday won’t goodbye by brian ellis

the anatomy of being by shinji moon

songs from under the river by anis mojgani

in search of midnight by mike mcgee

what we buried by caitlyn siehl

shaking the trees azra tabassum

love and other small wars by donna marie riley

the endarkment by jeffrey mcdaniel

racing hummingbirds by jeanann verlee

supernova factory by dalton day

those are the ones on the top of my head at the moment. so, check the authors online (most have published work in websites, journals and the like) and if you like their stuff please support them by buying their work.

(chap) Book description:
Mike Young wonders and Mike Young worries. The poems in Who Can Make It have turned off their firewall and become their most vulnerable, anxious, honest selves. Mike is trying to show you a beautiful something that’s happening over on that corner of the dance floor, but you’re too busy half-heartedly blazing through your Tinders.
Favourite quotes: 
"Publish yourself by hacking strangers’ passwords and changing them to the names of those no one realised you loved."
"Wait, what’s the difference between remembering and wincing?"
"I made my home where my friends all were, but then my friends went home."
"If there’s one thing history is good for, it’s for proving your feelings are only examples."
"My favourite conversation is with anyone but myself."
"all I want us it be held and weep."
Rating:
4 out of 5
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Mike Young is a wonder and this chapbook is such a gem.
In the process of reading this I found myself revisiting some poems over and over again, he writes eloquently yet honestly with a dash of humour that rounds up things so nicely.
One more thing that is very, very important for me to say is that never in my years of reading poetry have I come across titles as great as these. Seriously though, they’re perfect and almost are my favourite things about this.
Now, do yourself a favour and look up some of his poems and see for yourself how wonderful they are.
p.s. his tumblr blog is mikeayoung, show him some love.

(chap) Book description:

Mike Young wonders and Mike Young worries. The poems in Who Can Make It have turned off their firewall and become their most vulnerable, anxious, honest selves. Mike is trying to show you a beautiful something that’s happening over on that corner of the dance floor, but you’re too busy half-heartedly blazing through your Tinders.

Favourite quotes: 

"Publish yourself by hacking strangers’ passwords and changing them to the names of those no one realised you loved."

"Wait, what’s the difference between remembering and wincing?"

"I made my home where my friends all were, but then my friends went home."

"If there’s one thing history is good for, it’s for proving your feelings are only examples."

"My favourite conversation is with anyone but myself."

"all I want us it be held and weep."

Rating:

4 out of 5

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Mike Young is a wonder and this chapbook is such a gem.

In the process of reading this I found myself revisiting some poems over and over again, he writes eloquently yet honestly with a dash of humour that rounds up things so nicely.

One more thing that is very, very important for me to say is that never in my years of reading poetry have I come across titles as great as these. Seriously though, they’re perfect and almost are my favourite things about this.

Now, do yourself a favour and look up some of his poems and see for yourself how wonderful they are.

p.s. his tumblr blog is mikeayoung, show him some love.

(Source: nourareads)

(chap) Book description:
Moms have phones. They also have advice, anxieties, and celebrity crushes. In these poems—comprised entirely of text messages from her mother—Christie Ann Reynolds deftly crafts a heartwarming and hilarious portrait of princes and grandchildren and ex-boyfriends and all the other nuances that make our maternal relationships so weird and so magical.
Rating:
4 out of 5
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My experience with chapbooks and reading them have just started this year and I’m enjoying them and how intimate they can get immensely. This little treasure was no different. 
Because in all honesty I haven’t laughed this much in such a long time and I’m not sure if this is what was intended here but it is what happened.
texts from mom is one of the most genuine and heart felt things that I’ve ever read. Depicting a relationship between a mother and her child in a modern world in little snippets manages to make reading this (I imagine) both personal to the author and extremely relatable to the reader.
Simply put, this was a joy to read and I would recommend you get yourself a copy from here and see for yourself how great this is.

(chap) Book description:

Moms have phones. They also have advice, anxieties, and celebrity crushes. In these poems—comprised entirely of text messages from her mother—Christie Ann Reynolds deftly crafts a heartwarming and hilarious portrait of princes and grandchildren and ex-boyfriends and all the other nuances that make our maternal relationships so weird and so magical.

Rating:

4 out of 5

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My experience with chapbooks and reading them have just started this year and I’m enjoying them and how intimate they can get immensely. This little treasure was no different. 

Because in all honesty I haven’t laughed this much in such a long time and I’m not sure if this is what was intended here but it is what happened.

texts from mom is one of the most genuine and heart felt things that I’ve ever read. Depicting a relationship between a mother and her child in a modern world in little snippets manages to make reading this (I imagine) both personal to the author and extremely relatable to the reader.

Simply put, this was a joy to read and I would recommend you get yourself a copy from here and see for yourself how great this is.

(Source: nourareads)

So much has happened to me recently and I’m on the threshold of new beginnings. 

So, I decided to declutter my life. 

Patrick Maloney’s lighthouses inspired me to do so and In order to achieve that I’ve decided to sell some of my books to people living in either Abu Dhabi/Dubai. 

It’s time and I’ve gotten some response on my Instagram page but the issue remains as to my packaging. 

I want to make it cute and personal but all I came up with is brown paper bags for bigger orders and clear plastic ones tied up in ribbons for smaller ones. 

I’m clearly not the creative type.

So much has happened to me recently and I’m on the threshold of new beginnings.

So, I decided to declutter my life.

Patrick Maloney’s lighthouses inspired me to do so and In order to achieve that I’ve decided to sell some of my books to people living in either Abu Dhabi/Dubai.

It’s time and I’ve gotten some response on my Instagram page but the issue remains as to my packaging.

I want to make it cute and personal but all I came up with is brown paper bags for bigger orders and clear plastic ones tied up in ribbons for smaller ones.

I’m clearly not the creative type.

(Source: )

(chap) Book description:
Sort it out. Breathe. Make a peanut butter sandwich. Eat it. Start again. Will your fingers to hover over the keyboard again and wait with bated breathe as…
As…
As.
Nothing. Maybe this needs another try
Favourite quotes: 
“You’re in your head.
And in your head, there’s no escape.”
“For the truth is, there is no purely original story. There is no original thought, in the way that you define it. They are all built upon years and years of previous wonderings and ideas, discovery and chance. All of it, all of them, they are all a mixture of a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, the person you passed yesterday, the book you will read tomorrow, the headline you read in the newspaper, the passing words of an acquaintance, the squeeze of a loved one’s arms. And in this mess of a melting pot, amidst the haphazard collections you have’ stolen’ from the others and from the things, is where a most wondrous thing will happen: the birth of thoughts. Thoughts that are completely, and absolutely, original. Absolutely yours. They are original in the same way no two children are the same, no two fingerprints alike. No two snowflakes, though they come from the same sky. These thoughts were made in your head, imprinted with your particular brand of something that makes you you and nothing and no one will ever be able to take that from you or them.”
Rating:
4 out of 5
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I’ve been a fan of Johara’s writing for a while now so I couldn’t believe this is a thing that existed until I saw it glowing back at me from my screen.
(Thank you Jaffat el Aqlam)
Let’s just say that if you gave me three separate pieces and didn’t tell me who wrote them. I will immediately know Johara’s from the rest because never in my 23 years of existence have I read something by someone so young who has such a distinct writing voice.
Her writing is heart warming yet has a hint of darkness to it and the photography compliments it well.
I often find it difficult (for me at least) trying to sum up thoughts on something someone you know created but with Culmination it just came naturally. Johara’s words deserve to be marvelled at and in the end that’s all I really have to say about it.
Recommended to everyone. Period.
Johara’s blog
The chapbook

(chap) Book description:

Sort it out. Breathe. Make a peanut butter sandwich. Eat it. Start again. Will your fingers to hover over the keyboard again and wait with bated breathe as…

As…

As.

Nothing. Maybe this needs another try

Favourite quotes: 

You’re in your head.

And in your head, there’s no escape.”

“For the truth is, there is no purely original story. There is no original thought, in the way that you define it. They are all built upon years and years of previous wonderings and ideas, discovery and chance. All of it, all of them, they are all a mixture of a little bit of this, and a little bit of that, the person you passed yesterday, the book you will read tomorrow, the headline you read in the newspaper, the passing words of an acquaintance, the squeeze of a loved one’s arms. And in this mess of a melting pot, amidst the haphazard collections you have’ stolen’ from the others and from the things, is where a most wondrous thing will happen: the birth of thoughts. Thoughts that are completely, and absolutely, original. Absolutely yours. They are original in the same way no two children are the same, no two fingerprints alike. No two snowflakes, though they come from the same sky. These thoughts were made in your head, imprinted with your particular brand of something that makes you you and nothing and no one will ever be able to take that from you or them.”

Rating:

4 out of 5

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I’ve been a fan of Johara’s writing for a while now so I couldn’t believe this is a thing that existed until I saw it glowing back at me from my screen.

(Thank you Jaffat el Aqlam)

Let’s just say that if you gave me three separate pieces and didn’t tell me who wrote them. I will immediately know Johara’s from the rest because never in my 23 years of existence have I read something by someone so young who has such a distinct writing voice.

Her writing is heart warming yet has a hint of darkness to it and the photography compliments it well.

I often find it difficult (for me at least) trying to sum up thoughts on something someone you know created but with Culmination it just came naturally. Johara’s words deserve to be marvelled at and in the end that’s all I really have to say about it.

Recommended to everyone. Period.

Johara’s blog

The chapbook

(Source: nourareads)

(chap) Book description:
I hereby appoint myself the queen of Almost. My 22 years of existence on this planet can be summarized as a string of almost-successes and almost-failures. Not to be mistaken for the “lost in between” clan; I am never just in the middle. I?m either very unaesthetic-ly situated by the starting line, or by the finish line. Squatting in no-man’s land by either these sandbags or those sandbags. I am almost happy, almost neurotic, almost blessed and most definitely almost cursed. I write almost-perfect jokes and almost-heart-shattering confessions.
Almost.
Favourite quotes: 
“I’m an almost being with an almost life of almost concepts that almost make sense.”
“She wouldn’t be defined in any terms save for “she”. Because she is She, and no one else held a stronger claim to the name. She lived the pronoun and made it hers, she knew what a woman is with no books, no letters and no numbers. She shined down on those who would try to kill her glow, she taught them how to be once and again. She knew exactly how to bury herself deep within the membranes of our brains. She planted herself with her ridiculousness, her inexplicable fits, her not-so-naive-naivety, her threatening looks. She, an embodiment of all things out-worldly and reminiscent, knew how to be home for the homeless, and refuge for the faithless.”
Rating:
4 out of 5
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(previously published on goodreads with slight edits for nourareads)
It almost took me a year but I finally gathered the courage to go ahead and read this. (I’m quite ashamed of myself)
So, if you’re lucky enough to know Shaima then you’ll know that she is an incredibly smart, incredibly funny lady with a sharp wit that translates so wonderfully when written.
With that being said, I was, for the longest time intimidated to sit down and give this a go and it’s not because I’ve known Shaima for a while now (although that was part of it) but because I had a feeling that my puny brain won’t fully absorb the words and their brilliance.
I was wrong. Her words are accessible and clever and all the synonyms that mean exactly that. She has such a distinct writing voice that is dripping with sarcasm.
I don’t know, I am by no means a writer of Shaima’s calibre but I certainly enjoyed reading this and will be visiting it, and her blog, again in the (near) future.
Shaima’s blog
The chapbook

(chap) Book description:

I hereby appoint myself the queen of Almost. My 22 years of existence on this planet can be summarized as a string of almost-successes and almost-failures. Not to be mistaken for the “lost in between” clan; I am never just in the middle. I?m either very unaesthetic-ly situated by the starting line, or by the finish line. Squatting in no-man’s land by either these sandbags or those sandbags. I am almost happy, almost neurotic, almost blessed and most definitely almost cursed. I write almost-perfect jokes and almost-heart-shattering confessions.

Almost.

Favourite quotes: 

“I’m an almost being with an almost life of almost concepts that almost make sense.”

“She wouldn’t be defined in any terms save for “she”. Because she is She, and no one else held a stronger claim to the name. She lived the pronoun and made it hers, she knew what a woman is with no books, no letters and no numbers. She shined down on those who would try to kill her glow, she taught them how to be once and again. She knew exactly how to bury herself deep within the membranes of our brains. She planted herself with her ridiculousness, her inexplicable fits, her not-so-naive-naivety, her threatening looks. She, an embodiment of all things out-worldly and reminiscent, knew how to be home for the homeless, and refuge for the faithless.”

Rating:

4 out of 5

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(previously published on goodreads with slight edits for nourareads)

It almost took me a year but I finally gathered the courage to go ahead and read this. (I’m quite ashamed of myself)

So, if you’re lucky enough to know Shaima then you’ll know that she is an incredibly smart, incredibly funny lady with a sharp wit that translates so wonderfully when written.

With that being said, I was, for the longest time intimidated to sit down and give this a go and it’s not because I’ve known Shaima for a while now (although that was part of it) but because I had a feeling that my puny brain won’t fully absorb the words and their brilliance.

I was wrong. Her words are accessible and clever and all the synonyms that mean exactly that. She has such a distinct writing voice that is dripping with sarcasm.

I don’t know, I am by no means a writer of Shaima’s calibre but I certainly enjoyed reading this and will be visiting it, and her blog, again in the (near) future.

Shaima’s blog

The chapbook

(Source: nourareads)

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