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A review by stephlo
My Body Is a Book of Rules by Elissa Washuta
5.0
This is the type of book I only read once, and it’s simultaneously the type of book I will read over & over. I don’t know how else to describe it.
Generally memoirs center around some specific event, journey, or theme, and I felt like Washuta somehow managed to write a good one that was none of the above. She mostly centered on sexual trauma, bipolar disorder, and indigenous identity in somewhat of a slice of life style, employing provocative metaphors, comparisons, and imagery. Even the layout of this book was very creative and added so much depth to the content itself.
Simply to expand your awareness and connect with another human’s experience is good enough reason to read this book. It was not the kind of read that enabled me to consume it at one time because of its heaviness and slowness. I know I got a lot out of it and yet I can’t verbalize any of it—it’ll just stick with me for a while.
Generally memoirs center around some specific event, journey, or theme, and I felt like Washuta somehow managed to write a good one that was none of the above. She mostly centered on sexual trauma, bipolar disorder, and indigenous identity in somewhat of a slice of life style, employing provocative metaphors, comparisons, and imagery. Even the layout of this book was very creative and added so much depth to the content itself.
Simply to expand your awareness and connect with another human’s experience is good enough reason to read this book. It was not the kind of read that enabled me to consume it at one time because of its heaviness and slowness. I know I got a lot out of it and yet I can’t verbalize any of it—it’ll just stick with me for a while.