I cannot express my thoughts coherently.

After reading Blood Water Paint, I knew whatever Joy McCullough wrote next would be a masterpiece, and this did not disappoint. I was expecting a book completely in verse, but I actually really loved how we got chapters of prose in between Marguerite's story. It fit so well with the message of this book, and I have to say, this book is angry. You can feel it in every word, every sentence. I need to go back and honestly highlight the sentences that stuck out to me on the page. You can feel the pain, the exhaustion, the cry for justice and revenge. Everything that Marianne thinks, everything she and her family and friends go through, is so relatable. It had me thinking back on my life, it had me thinking forward. And with everything going on in Pakistan right now too, it felt like the perfect timing to pick this book up.