![]() This book, although a loose collection of poems, is not so much poetry as it is snippets of identity. I know what it’s like to seek solace and refuge in stories, to befriend characters, transport oneself to these foreign lands, and, yes, wield words as weapons against those who might mean you harm. I can’t personally relate to a lot of the experiences chronicled herein, but I do identify with the notion of being bookmad. She names it, like the way Dumbledore never hesitates to name Voldemort rather than hide behind a euphemism. Rather than running from the tragedy or difficulty, lovelace confronts it head-on. ![]() I can’t speak to the way poetry-both reading it and writing it-might itself be healing, but it certainly is an act of resistance, and therefore of resilience. lovelace’s poetry often has a staggering beauty to the way she lays out her words, both visually on the page and mentally in the reader’s mind. It’s prefaced with a long list of trigger warnings and content notes, including abuse, self-harm, and suicide. If I have to try summing it up, the princess saves herself in this one is about resilience. ![]() Then one of my IRL friends read and highly recommended it, so I borrowed a copy, and here I am. ![]() We’ll skip the boring part about how I don’t usually read poetry and yadda yadda but this one is an exception blah blah, OK? I’ve had this on my to-read list for a while-in addition to the intriguing title, amanda lovelace is asexual (or ace-spec), so that increased my interest. ![]()
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