Kirby offers up some dark, giddy feminism that really hit the spot for me during this time of BS. I had no idea what was happening when I started the first story, then I did, and I was like 'Yeeees!'. I live for Cassandra, watching the destruction of her temples with a smirk on her face, remembering that these men are barefaced cowards.
"...men who think her mad driving her to madness. She wishes she could move far away to an islan and own a bird."
Word.
Ewing’s poetry is truly a gift. Real is blended with the surreal as we journey through an intensely personal afro-futuristic world. This book is a shared act of healing and gives readers a glimpse into the power of Black imagination.
I fell in love with this book upon reading its opening paragraph. Yuknavitch explores emotional realities via her deft use of surrealism, splaying chracters with unobtrusive metaphors that landed in the base of my stomach. A book that you will want to read cherishingly.
