![]() ![]() It is a story of women’s anger, but also women’s love. ![]() She deals with some very heavy things, and she is usually left to navigate them alone. I felt completely for Alex, I understood this character in my bones. The story starts in childhood with all the confusion of memories made before context. Our narrator is Alex, it is part memoir, part scientific study, part history. This book is uses the premise of “spontaneous dragoning” to rail against the silences we are forced to carry, the secrets we lock away in our hearts, the ways ignorance and fear and discomfort limit and cage us. I haven’t been shy about my love for magical realism and the way these stories force us to confront our decidedly less wondrous reality. And my goodness gracious, does Kelly Barnhill ever capture all of those feelings perfectly in this exquisite book. Because we’ve been mad, I’ve been angry my whole damn life, but it’s just now I’m finding books that mirror my own simmering fury at the world I was given. ![]() Let’s start with: if I have anything to be grateful to the former occupier of the White House for, it is the uptick in feminist rage literature. I’ve been sitting here staring at a blank screen, trying desperately to figure out the words to convey the depth and urgency of my love for this book. ![]()
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