Emerging fiction writer/poet of mixed heritage, Haudenosaunee (Cayuga) and Hungarian, living in Ontario, Canada. Published in Room Magazine, Vocamus Press, Humber Literary Review, Canadian Authors Association – Toronto. Love #writing, #art, #tech, and how they intersect. On Mastodon @annewalk@tootsweet.social
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This new world weighs a yatto-gram.
But everything is trial-size; tread-on-me-tiny or blurred-out-offocus huge. There …
Wonderful. Winterson claims that the mind can't tell the difference between the past and future. Only now and not now. And the story goes round and round and round.
Until he was thirty-two, Charlie Gordon --gentle, amiable, oddly engaging-- had lived in a kind …
This was part of my middle school curriculum. I initially read it in seventh grade and a few times later in my early teens. This is one of the few books that I have a full memory of. It haunted me. It still does. Is it better to have something and lose it or never have it at all?
Anne, an eleven-year-old orphan, is sent by mistake to live with a lonely, middle-aged brother …
My mother was a teenager when she gave birth to me. She read this book while she was pregnant and, when I was born, she named me after the protagonist. Anne with an "E". I first read this book when I was nine years old, sitting in a car during a rainstorm. I started in the morning and finished just as it was getting dark and my mother called me inside. I've read it many times since, along with the entire series. It gave me a safe world to live in. I love them all.
In an urgent and visceral work that asks essential questions about the treatment of Native …
These essays illuminate a lot of my own family memories and traumas. This makes it both a difficult read and a nostalgic read. Going home when home is a difficult place brings up feelings that are difficult to explain to people outside of those experiences but Alicia manages to bring the reader in without turning her stories into trauma porn.
A beautiful gut punch of a read.
I'm not even sure I can call this a novel so much as an experience. Intensely poetic and crass, the main character's narrative slips in and out of dreams and, by the end of the book, a character of legend. The unflinching look at childhood trauma can be difficult to read.