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electraa 's review for:
The Language We Were Never Taught to Speak
by Grace Lau
reflective
medium-paced
I really wanted to love this one but unfortunately, it did not bring out the emotions I was expecting.
First off, the collection of poems begins with RuPaul's drag show which 1. I do not care for, 2. I could not see the relevance of it in this collection., 3. for a first poem, and therefore a first impression it did not spark any emotion.
This is a debut poem collection by Chinese -Canadian Grace Lau living in Toronto. Her whole collection is among others, about queerness, acceptance, being in the closet, family, immigration, food memories and love. But some pieces that were dealing with completely different themes such as God and spirituality threw me off completely and I think did not do the overall collection any good.
What I did enjoy, however, was the one prose that was found in this collection, which was both poignant and ironic; just enough to spark my interest. I think I would have wished to see more of this. I talk about the 21st-century hustle culture. Other pieces that stood out for me from the rest were: The Lies That Bind, At Your Best, My Grief is a Winter, and My Body is a Vessel.
Final note: the Chinese words would be have been nicer to be explained in a footnote on the same page instead of at the end of the book.
I received this eArc from Netgalley and Guernica Editions in exchange for an honest review.
First off, the collection of poems begins with RuPaul's drag show which 1. I do not care for, 2. I could not see the relevance of it in this collection., 3. for a first poem, and therefore a first impression it did not spark any emotion.
This is a debut poem collection by Chinese -Canadian Grace Lau living in Toronto. Her whole collection is among others, about queerness, acceptance, being in the closet, family, immigration, food memories and love. But some pieces that were dealing with completely different themes such as God and spirituality threw me off completely and I think did not do the overall collection any good.
What I did enjoy, however, was the one prose that was found in this collection, which was both poignant and ironic; just enough to spark my interest. I think I would have wished to see more of this. I talk about the 21st-century hustle culture. Other pieces that stood out for me from the rest were: The Lies That Bind, At Your Best, My Grief is a Winter, and My Body is a Vessel.
Final note: the Chinese words would be have been nicer to be explained in a footnote on the same page instead of at the end of the book.
I received this eArc from Netgalley and Guernica Editions in exchange for an honest review.