TW: sexual assault, abuse, self harm
This book makes me want to applaud, cry, and tear the world apart all at the same time. Tagaq evokes so much emotion within the pages of two covers. If you are well-versed in Indigenous lit, this is for you; if you're not, it's still for you; if you get confused by it (and you likely will), it's also for you. It's an ode, and a eulogy to Indigenous and Inuit people, to missing and murdered Indigenous women, to the survivors of residential schools. It's a representation of inter-generational trauma, the violence that gets passed on within communities and through generations.