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(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)

Book description:
Annaleah and Brian shared something special - Annaleah is sure of it. When they were together, they didn’t need anyone else. It didn’t matter that their relationship was secret. All that mattered was what they had with each other.
And then, out of nowhere, Brian dies. And while everyone else has their role in the grieving process, Annaleah finds herself living outside of it, unacknowledged and lonely.
How can you recover from a loss that no one will let you have?
Favourite quotes: 
-
Rating:
2 out of 5
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oh Samantha,
We had a good thing going with I Don’t Want to Be Crazy. You wrote it in a  memorable way, something few books manage to accomplish. Having said that the same style didn’t translate well here.
In fact it had the complete opposite effect on me. It took me around a week to finish (which is too much really since it’s such a short book) where all I could think off is when will I reach the ending because this dragged on.
I stuck with it because I was expecting a revelation of some sort but no. There was nothing. The characters fell flat and the plot wasn’t engaging.
I will however be reading your next book when and if you come up with one because if there’s anything good to be said about your work is that it keeps you coming back for more.
I’m sorry if this isn’t much or coherent.
Your faithful reader,
Noura

Book description:

Annaleah and Brian shared something special - Annaleah is sure of it. When they were together, they didn’t need anyone else. It didn’t matter that their relationship was secret. All that mattered was what they had with each other.

And then, out of nowhere, Brian dies. And while everyone else has their role in the grieving process, Annaleah finds herself living outside of it, unacknowledged and lonely.

How can you recover from a loss that no one will let you have?

Favourite quotes: 

-

Rating:

2 out of 5

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oh Samantha,

We had a good thing going with I Don’t Want to Be Crazy. You wrote it in a  memorable way, something few books manage to accomplish. Having said that the same style didn’t translate well here.

In fact it had the complete opposite effect on me. It took me around a week to finish (which is too much really since it’s such a short book) where all I could think off is when will I reach the ending because this dragged on.

I stuck with it because I was expecting a revelation of some sort but no. There was nothing. The characters fell flat and the plot wasn’t engaging.

I will however be reading your next book when and if you come up with one because if there’s anything good to be said about your work is that it keeps you coming back for more.

I’m sorry if this isn’t much or coherent.

Your faithful reader,

Noura

(Source: nourareads)

Book description:
Racing Hummingbirds examines, critiques, and at times delights in one woman’s navigation through the many worlds of manic depression and her struggle to maintain humanity in the process.
Favourite quotes: 
“He is trying to understand but she is thunderbolt. Her tongue, a spear.”
“Your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like a surgery.”
“My body is melted wax, it is ripe and stink and bent. It is a mistake. I walk like an apology.”
“We are refracting magnets.
We will battle this to the end.”
“His own heart will empty him.”
Rating:
4 out of 5
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Jeanann, (can I call you Jeanann?)
This letter is one of apologies. I am so sorry that I ended up judging your words too soon and far too harshly. 
Let me begin by saying (and this is in no way an excuse) that I read your book a year ago and it was at a time when I haven’t really read much poetry and the ones that I did read were nothing like yours. They were easy.
Your words are nothing like that. They’re all sharp edges and they’re also fists ready to break down walls. But mostly they’re just truthful, in a way that’s painfully so. You don’t try and make things pretty because you know that some(most)times they’re not.
You know what needs to be said and you say it. I would like to thank you for that. And for a lot of things that you made me feel and experience while reading your collection of poetry but chiefly for making me believe in second chances. 
Your (now) faithful reader,
Noura

[//note// to find out more about her please feel free to checkout her blog on tumblr: jeanannverlee] 

Book description:

Racing Hummingbirds examines, critiques, and at times delights in one woman’s navigation through the many worlds of manic depression and her struggle to maintain humanity in the process.

Favourite quotes: 

“He is trying to understand but she is thunderbolt. Her tongue, a spear.”

“Your laugh is a thunderclap, you love like a surgery.”

My body is melted wax, it is ripe and stink and bent. It is a mistake. I walk like an apology.”

“We are refracting magnets.

We will battle this to the end.”

“His own heart will empty him.”

Rating:

4 out of 5

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Jeanann, (can I call you Jeanann?)

This letter is one of apologies. I am so sorry that I ended up judging your words too soon and far too harshly. 

Let me begin by saying (and this is in no way an excuse) that I read your book a year ago and it was at a time when I haven’t really read much poetry and the ones that I did read were nothing like yours. They were easy.

Your words are nothing like that. They’re all sharp edges and they’re also fists ready to break down walls. But mostly they’re just truthful, in a way that’s painfully so. You don’t try and make things pretty because you know that some(most)times they’re not.

You know what needs to be said and you say it. I would like to thank you for that. And for a lot of things that you made me feel and experience while reading your collection of poetry but chiefly for making me believe in second chances. 

Your (now) faithful reader,

Noura

[//note// to find out more about her please feel free to checkout her blog on tumblr: jeanannverlee

(Source: nourareads)

(chap) Book description:
"There is a time of day, in the evening, when the sun lays its head down in the dirt. Some people call this twilight. But I’ve always thought of it as ‘the magic hour.’ When anything can happen, everything is golden, and I am a boy again. That is the place these poems occupy."
Favourite quotes: 
"Because
there is gold stitched in this
there is gold stitched in us
and may the gods of the stars tremble
to ever think
that there was not.”
"There are drums inside of my chest
so loud that even
on the quietest nights
the ground trembles with light
when you are near.”
"In my hands you are a telescope 
i see things
so much clearer
and closer
when I am looking
through you.”
Rating:
5 out of 5
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First of all a huge thank you to Sara (who lent me this beauty) and without whom I might not have had a chance to read it.
I have been sighing ever since I finished reading this an hour ago. I wanted to keep it “fresh” in my mind when I wrote the review that I decided to get on that right away. Something that I’ve never really done before because I usually wait until I fully absorbed a piece of work before attempting to write something on it.
I started this and from the very first page was completely taken away with how beautifully Dalton puts things to words. 
The thing about his writing is that it feels all too familiar, like greeting an old friend but somehow it’s also entirely his own, something new.
You get this sense of elation once you finish reading it. Almost as if the words leaped out of the page and hugged you. And the way he describes the moon, my god. it’s enough to leave your soul feel both empty and full because of it.
Absolutely recommended to all poetry lovers.
Also, please feel free to check out more of Dalton’s work at his blog @myshoesuntied 

(chap) Book description:

"There is a time of day, in the evening, when the sun lays its head down in the dirt. Some people call this twilight. But I’ve always thought of it as ‘the magic hour.’ When anything can happen, everything is golden, and I am a boy again. That is the place these poems occupy."

Favourite quotes: 

"Because

there is gold stitched in this

there is gold stitched in us

and may the gods of the stars tremble

to ever think

that there was not.”

"There are drums inside of my chest

so loud that even

on the quietest nights

the ground trembles with light

when you are near.”

"In my hands you are a telescope 

i see things

so much clearer

and closer

when I am looking

through you.”

Rating:

5 out of 5

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First of all a huge thank you to Sara (who lent me this beauty) and without whom I might not have had a chance to read it.

I have been sighing ever since I finished reading this an hour ago. I wanted to keep it “fresh” in my mind when I wrote the review that I decided to get on that right away. Something that I’ve never really done before because I usually wait until I fully absorbed a piece of work before attempting to write something on it.

I started this and from the very first page was completely taken away with how beautifully Dalton puts things to words.

The thing about his writing is that it feels all too familiar, like greeting an old friend but somehow it’s also entirely his own, something new.

You get this sense of elation once you finish reading it. Almost as if the words leaped out of the page and hugged you. And the way he describes the moon, my god. it’s enough to leave your soul feel both empty and full because of it.

Absolutely recommended to all poetry lovers.

Also, please feel free to check out more of Dalton’s work at his blog @myshoesuntied 

(Source: nourareads)

10 books that built my backbone out of words

tagged by the ever delightful xiv-leyli

1. aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz 
2. love and other small wars by donna-marie riley [ five—a—day ]
3. fahrenheit 451 by ray bradbury
4. breakfast of champions by kurt vonnegut
5. it’s a bird by steve t seagle
6. the catcher in the rye by j.d. salinger 
7. bridge to terabithia by katherine paterson 
8. yesterday won’t goodbye by brian ellis
9. المجنون لجبران خليل جبران
10. in search of midnight by mike mcgee [ mightymikemcgee ]

i tag bihh, imadorable, shadnalmajed, chos, songsevenn, no-getting-evenn-1984, alialghamdi, tammamshud, vivalavidayoda, knottedup, athoug, razzamatazztic, the-zeeee

Your bookshelves are so pretty! 😩❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ asked by maarraaam

Thank you so much!! I’m quite proud of them 😊

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