Review: Moonstruck #2 by Grace Ellis

I’ve been eagerly counting down for the release of this second piece of Moonstruck the minute, nay, the second I finished reading (and reviewing) the introducing issue. So here’s Chet with a pretty accurate visual of my reaction to beginning #2:Moonstruck #2 1-- bookspoilsIn their world full of monsters, mythological entities and fantastical creatures, this follow-up piece begs the question, “Is magic unnecessary in this world where we use magic all the time in our daily lives?” And ends on an unforeseeable note regarding our brilliant cast of characters. The creators of this comic sure know how to throw a curveball at me, I’ll give them that. Also, the story went by so fast. You start to get into it and just like that it’s over.

Speaking of which, let’s backtrack to the beginning of #2, where all this is set against a backdrop of, “werewolves Julie and Selena are heading out on a real, 3D date to a magic show (along with a peppy third-weel-slash-centaur-Chet)! There’s something not quite right about this magic show, though. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Will our heroes make it out in one piece? Who is this Dorian guy anyway?”

First things first: The fact that we get to accompany Julie and Selena (and Chet) on their magical first date set during a magic show was… enchanting. Which so are they together:

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Also, I have to note how the art in here continues to amaze me in terms of fitting to the accompanying theme. The warm colors added immensely to the magical element.

Moonstruck #2 5-- bookspoilsI still don’t have the vocabulary to explain how it so great.

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Chet is my icon who makes me want to take on the world, so I’m practically biting my nails to find out what’s next in store for my favorites. But I was more than glad to see that the characters remained just as I’d remembered them in issue #1: With biting humor and acerbic wit.

4/5 stars

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Review: So Much Synth by Brenda Shaughnessy

So Much Synth first caught my eye back in April with its dynamic last line of the introducing poem titled, I Have a Time Machine“the past is so horribly fast.” I hurried on to request it from the publisher (Copper Canyon Press); and was beyond ecstatic and grateful when my copy finally arrived in my hands at the start of this month.So Much Synth- bookspoilsSubversions of idiom and cliché punctuate Shaughnessy’s fourth collection as she approaches middle age and revisits the memories, romances, and music of adolescence. So Much Synth is a brave and ferocious collection composed of equal parts femininity, pain, pleasure, and synthesizer. While Shaughnessy tenderly winces at her youthful excesses, we humbly catch glimpses of our own.

Though I caught myself feeling a bit over-my-head with some poems at the start, the pace and momentum returned with the piece “Is There Something I Should Know?,” which at a whopping 30 pages never lost me for even one sentence. It succeeds immensely in capturing numerous themes of adolescence over the course of time, including periods (“blood and mess and cramps and hormones”), Judy Blume, books, angst, anxiety, catcalling, body-image and more.

On that note, I think it’s best now if I let the words and pieces speak for themselves with these quote excerpts:

“Adolescence is all absolutes: if bad, one must be the very worst
to avoid being mistaken for average.”

“I’d hide and lose and seek and find myself in every page:
laughing, rereading and then re-rereading out loud, disbelieving the details till my system could absorb them like the nutrients they were.”

“I’m not even sure anything happened to me.
Or to whom everything happened.”

And the fact that I read “Oh god, is there any music as good as what you heard
at fourteen?” the day I rediscovered this emo band I used to listen to at exactly that age was astronomical for me. [gets war flashbacks from the emo days]

I think it goes without saying that So Much Synth was not only beautiful and raw but real and aware of pain.” And I’m eager to continue on with Shaughnessy’s past and future works.

ARC kindly provided by the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

Expected publication: October 10th, 2017

4/5 stars

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Review: Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

The minute I stumbled across the poem “Poem for My Mother When She Doesn’t Feel Beautiful” online, I was sold on my decision to give this collection a chance before I’d even finished reading the whole of it.

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And though the following poems were not revolutionary in their nature, each was still perfectly wholesome and uniquely kind in the themes it discussed. Poems on love, loss, abuse, Kim Kardashian, power, feminist icons, and so much more. But what I kept feeling throughout was how deeply personal some pieces felt. “It’s the Way” cemented my decision on the poems feeling like I Wrote This For You and Only You.

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So overtime it became hard to connect with certain written pieces here and there. But for now I’d like to highlight the poems that share the power of words:

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And possibly my favorite piece titled, Advice to Teenage Girls with Wild Ambitions and Trembling Hearts:

“When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything hunted.
You will spend years pouring an ocean
into a diary. When they find you,
they will treat you like nothing more
than a spark above a burning bush.
Still, tell them,
Despite everything,
I really believe people are good at heart.
When you are 14 years old,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy,
do not listen. They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper.
Do not let their doubting drown out
the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
You were born to lead armies
and unite a nation like a broken heart.
When you are 15 years old,
you will be punished
for learning too proudly.
A man will climb onto your school bus
and insist your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide, he will point his gun
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of survival, and no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders
of the world and tell them
how your country is burning.
When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. You will soon learn
young girls with big ideas
are far more terrifying than monsters,
but don’t be afraid. You will be remembered
long after they have put down their torches.
When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth
then Lou Gehrig, one right after the other.
Grown men will be so afraid of the lightning
in your fingertips that a few days later
all women will be fired
from the major leagues. The reason?
Girls are too delicate to play baseball.
You will turn 18
with a baby on your back,
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.
You will turn 18
and be queen of the Nile.
You will turn 18
and bring justice to journalism.
You are now 18,
standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.
This is your call to leap.
There will always be those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out
the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the first drop of rain in a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you.
You are needed by all the little girls
still living in secret, writing oceans
made of monsters, and
throwing like lightning.
You don’t need to grow up
to find greatness.
You are so much stronger than the world
has ever believed you could be.
The world is waiting for you
to set it on fire. Trust in yourself
and burn.”

The women who inhabit the pages of this collection brought it to life.

Overall, Clementine von Radics ended up surprising me for the better with her raw and captivating writing. And I’m definitely interested to keep up with any of her future works.

I also ended up listening to this next song while reading that came to feel like the perfect background music to accompany the author’s written voice:

Sidenote: the cinematography in the video keeps on stunning me with each rewatch.

3.5/5 stars

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