Review: Your Soul is a River by Nikita Gill

Your Soul is a River 1-- bookspoilsI think it’s pretty obvious why I picked up this poetry collection… the cover. It’s truly one of the most enchanting ones I’ve seen. Divided into eight parts, this is a book about the journey of healing from trauma and becoming whole again.

I was beyond ecstatic to finally give Your Soul is a River  a go because I’d heard nothing but good things. But then I started reading and realized quite quickly that the writing and I didn’t connect. It’s the kind that tries so hard in certain places to be poetic that it rapidly loses its meaning and symbolism for me. And I wouldn’t have paid it any attention if it had happened only a handful of times… but that wasn’t the case.

Thankfully, there were still a number of superb pieces to take my mind off the negative factors in this collection. So here are some of those:

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Your Soul is a River 7-- bookspoilsThe above one gave me chills!

 

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I admire the above one so much because it reminds me of one of my favorite scenes in My Mad Fat Diary with Rae and her therapist, Kester:

I’m all tears.

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Overall, this was a dashing poetry collection with a good number of gems sprinkled throughout to keep me satisfied. In the end, however, something just didn’t click with me, and it ultimately failed in capturing a place in my heart.

3/5 stars

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Review: Lullabies by Lang Leav

“There is a certain quality to words that—when strung in a certain way—has an almost hypnotic effect.”

Lullabies was my second poetry read by Lang Leav, and save for a handful of excerpts, I was a bit let down. From what I recall of  The Universe of Us, it was an enchanting collection with a number of gems thrown in for good measure.

But the poems in this one, especially the few that tried to come of as witty or rhythmic, were puzzling and perplexing and just why…. Leav tries to tackle down poems “of hope and ecstasy, of tenderness and betrayal,” but in the end I was just left with little to no emotions. However, I did love the splendid illustrations featured in here:

And so instead of focusing on those aforementioned nonsensical pieces, I decided to share those rare quotes and poems that captured my heart for a hot minute:

Patience

“Patience and Love agreed to meet at a set time and place; beneath the twenty-third tree in the olive orchard. Patience arrived promptly and waited. She checked her watch every so often but still, there was no sign of Love.

Was it the twenty-third tree or the fifty-sixth? She wondered and decided to check, just in case. As she made her way over to the fifty-sixth tree, Love arrived at twenty-three, where Patience was noticeably absent.

Love waited and waited before deciding he must have the wrong tree and perhaps it was another where they were supposed to meet.

Meanwhile, Patience had arrived at the fifty-sixth tree, where Love was still nowhere to be seen.

Both begin to drift aimlessly around the olive orchard, almost meeting but never do.

Finally, Patience, who was feeling lost and resigned, found herself beneath the same tree where she began. She stood there for barely a minute when there was a tap on her shoulder.

It was Love.

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“Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.”
“Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.”

Little tales like the above ones are my Achilles’ heel.

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“I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.”

Message in a Bottle

“We can’t see ourselves the way others see us.”

This piece me think a lot on whether that’s a good or bad thing. I’m still contemplating.

That Night

“It was one of those nights that you are not altogether sure really did happen. There are no photographs, no receipts, no scrawled journal entries.”

Three Questions

“What was it like to love him? asked Gratitude.
It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return? asked Joy.
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him? asked Sorrow.
There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me—said all at once.”

Poker Face

“There was a time I would tell you,
of all that ached inside;
the things I held so sacred,
to all the world I’d hide.
 
But they became your weapons,
and slowly I have learnt,
the less that is said, the better—
the lesser I’ll be hurt.
 
Of all you’ve used against me,
the worst has been my words.
 
There are things I’ll never tell you,
and it is sad to think it so;
the more you come to know me—
the less of me you’ll know.”

This haunting poem remains my favorite one. It was worth going through all of it, just to find this one shining gem.

Remembering You

“The day you left, I went through all my old journals, frantically looking for the first mention of you. Searching for any details I can no longer recall—any morsel of information that may have been lost to my subconscious. The memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting. I don’t want to forget.”

A Ghost

“Strange how it mattered so much,
when now it matters
so little.”


Overall, since my expectations were lower than low, Lullabies was a lot better than I was anticipating. It managed to hit my heart in a couple of places, so I’m glad I gave it my best shot.

3/5 stars

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Review: Lace Bone Beast by N.L. Shompole

Here is emptiness. Here is a mouth after a recent excavation, black with soot, devoid of kisses. Here are hands, trembling against the soft ache of morning, here are eyes, wet, wide, half-full of sky and loneliness. Here is belly, back, femur, spine, ragged and smooth all at once, all at once. Here are dreams, ink black and speckled, lost behind the eyes. Here is a muted elegy, crow’s feet feathered over the eyes like lace. Here are the last strains of a dirge, wild, discordant, free.

This collection of richly layered poems discussing forgiveness, self-worth, survival, healing, love and sorrow was a mixed bag for me. Some I liked and felt deeply in my heart, while others went completely over my head. As a result, I ended up loosing my interest bit by bit, until I’d stumble upon a new poem that resparked my love…

On that note, here are the pieces that left me with a profound feeling inside:

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That last sentence pierced right through my heart.


If nothing else, Lace Bone Beast managed to remind me of how much I love poetry collections, which I’m grateful for I’m excited to pick up more in the near future!

Oh, and I also listened to this amazing song thanks to Skam:

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

4/5 stars

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