I know Gwendolyn Brooks mostly from her poetry, like most of us, and that she wrote one novel and it was this one makes a lot of sense. This is not a traditional novel. It’s mainly impressionistic, meaning meditations of a various set of ideas and vignettes and moments in the life of her protagonist Maud Martha Brown. We begin at the beginning with Maud Martha growing up and experiencing the joys of childhood, confusions at how the world works, seeing a gorilla at the zoo. We move into her adolescence and young adulthood. We see a various set of […]
Interlude! I Could Pee On This is a short book of poetry “written by cats.” I bought it for a friend in love with her cat, and it’s a delight. I mean, it’s not life-altering at all. But it’s a solid laugh, and a quality diversion. It took me all of half an hour to read it cover to cover, so it feels like a bit of a cheat. But I read all the words, and I giggled my face off, and then when I gave it to my friend, she read a whole bunch of the poems out loud […]
In this sequel to Won-Ton, by Lee Wardlaw, Won-Ton notices a door closed that’s always open, a toy that isn’t his, and a new addition to the family that he doesn’t want! He becomes a bit jealous of having to share “his boy” with another and continues to try to get the puppy, Chopstick, in trouble in order for Won-Ton to reclaim “his” home. But, it’s Won-Ton who isn’t ready for what happens next! You have to read this so YOU can find out what happens next!!
This delightful story is written in Haiku (hi-koo) poetry and follows a cat named Won-Ton from shelter to home with a witty sense of humor. What I liked about this book the most is that while Won-Ton narrates the story, the reader is invited in to figure out how Won-Ton is feeling and what he is saying, making this the perfect show-don’t-tell read for children ages 7 & up. A little something about Haiku poetry: It has only 3 lines containing a total of 17 syllables. There are 5 syllables on the first line, 7 on the second, and 5 […]
So this is a book of poems, I think. For the most part these are word-associations on the objects in a room. For the most part they feel nonsensical. I am only able to use weasel words on this one because I don’t fully trust what my thoughts on these being poems. Also, I give this no rating because there are longer paragraph length poems that are more grounded and I enjoy them. I am not super trained in poetry. Most poetry I read now or in school were parts of a larger whole of study, like a time period […]
This is my first book of poetry, ever. Or rather, pamphlet, because it is so thin. I bought it because of the Beyonce hype behind Warsan’s words, because I’d heard her name over and over, because her name is now tangibly linked to words like “refugee” and “woman”, because a Pajiba friend posted an excerpt from her poem on Facebook, because they actually (actually!) had it in a Bangkok bookstore, a thin sleeve of paperback tucked amidst hundred-page hardcovers. I read it at home, and I read it while waiting for the train. I read it while seated during my […]
Jacqueline Woodson’s 2014 poetic memoir Brown Girl Dreaming won a slew of awards: a National Book Award for Young People’s Literature, the Coretta Scott King Award, a Newbery Honor, an NAACP Image Award, just to name a few. It is the beautifully told story of Woodson’s childhood, of the people and environments that formed both her and her dream of becoming a writer. It also offers glimpses into the civil rights movement and the experience of racism through the eyes of a child who witnessed it and the ears of a child who heard her family’s stories. Young readers will […]
This is my cat, Freya: Don’t be fooled by her incredible cuteness; if you look closely around the eyes you can see the crazy demon hell-beast lurking within. Freya is seven pounds of psychotic, terrifying cat piss just waiting to soil your favorite pair of shoes….or in my case, anything that looks like it could remotely cost me my security deposit. For almost two years, roommate faintingviolet and I have endured a perpetual minefield of pee-pee pads and decoy litter boxes shoved in what we hoped were all of Freya’s favorite marking spots. We also lived with the constant aroma of […]