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The Poet X
by Elizabeth Acevedo
This book was EVERYTHING.
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It's hard to write reviews. When it's a book you didn't like, it becomes easier cause the only thing you gotta do is rant. When it comes to a book you marginally liked, it's a bit difficult cause you have to balance between your like points and hate points. When it's a book you loved, it becomes difficult too cause you are always trying to make sure you covered everything.
But then there are books which blow you away. You gobble it up like you've been hungry since the day you were born. Every line makes sense to you, speaks to you. And trust me, there aren't enough words to describe this. Amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, awesome and magnificent seem so pale compared to your experience. You try to find words to describe it more vividly, try to find words to put your emotions intricately. Words which will say how complete you felt after reading that book. You frantically try to write a review, a long list of things, when all you want to say is THIS BOOK IS EVERYTHING.
Yeah well, this book was THAT book. I was able to connect to X and Twin and Caridad and Aman and frankly every other character in this book (except those characters which make you want to dive into the book and beat the sh*t out of them). Xiomara spoke to me, the fact that it was poetry which made her feel seen was so much similar to me. Every doubt that I have had, every question I have thought about asking but never asked, every action that I may have performed to protect myself was so similar. What made other characters connect to me was the fact that I have seen them around me all too often, disguised as people I know personally or people I have observed and never spoken to. I'm glad I had my eye out in the library for this book ever since it arrived there and took it home with me the first day it was available. And I'm glad I waited before reading it because trust me, it made it all too lovely.
If it's up to me, I can talk about The Poet X everyday *dreamy eyes* but I gotta control myself.
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It's hard to write reviews. When it's a book you didn't like, it becomes easier cause the only thing you gotta do is rant. When it comes to a book you marginally liked, it's a bit difficult cause you have to balance between your like points and hate points. When it's a book you loved, it becomes difficult too cause you are always trying to make sure you covered everything.
But then there are books which blow you away. You gobble it up like you've been hungry since the day you were born. Every line makes sense to you, speaks to you. And trust me, there aren't enough words to describe this. Amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, lovely, awesome and magnificent seem so pale compared to your experience. You try to find words to describe it more vividly, try to find words to put your emotions intricately. Words which will say how complete you felt after reading that book. You frantically try to write a review, a long list of things, when all you want to say is THIS BOOK IS EVERYTHING.
Yeah well, this book was THAT book. I was able to connect to X and Twin and Caridad and Aman and frankly every other character in this book (except those characters which make you want to dive into the book and beat the sh*t out of them). Xiomara spoke to me, the fact that it was poetry which made her feel seen was so much similar to me. Every doubt that I have had, every question I have thought about asking but never asked, every action that I may have performed to protect myself was so similar. What made other characters connect to me was the fact that I have seen them around me all too often, disguised as people I know personally or people I have observed and never spoken to. I'm glad I had my eye out in the library for this book ever since it arrived there and took it home with me the first day it was available. And I'm glad I waited before reading it because trust me, it made it all too lovely.
If it's up to me, I can talk about The Poet X everyday *dreamy eyes* but I gotta control myself.