the mermaid’s voice returns in this one (Women Are Some Kind of Magic #3)
Author: Amanda Lovelace
Rated S for the song heard without a sound but felt with a siren scream.
…She tore the stars apart…
First there was a princess that needed no saving from a prince. And then a witch that welcomed being burned at the stake, knowing the fires were her own. Now, a mermaid, many actually, get their voices back. A song of outcry and determination to find oneself again in pages filled with healing and escapism. From the seas to the stars, this collection of poems shows that nothing can silence the mermaid’s voice.
Women Are Some Kind of Magic Reviews
Theme was sublime. Music to my ears. While the previous installment came across as an angry storm wreaking havoc with rage and heartache. Rightfully so. Still, this volume came after such a storm like pearls ground from sand. The narrative is still very forward with its prose, relying on imagery and detail as it relates to memory and life. The style itself was completely changed with story-like paragraphs of impactful fragments.
The content brought on a whole new voice, POV, and emotion. I was truly swept away. Following a classic fairytale ideal, this book was anything but. It broke those boundaries and reached for so much more. Beautiful and engaging. A fitting end to a trilogy of strife. Proof that there is light at the end of the dark tunnel as long as you remember to keep going.
Speaking of voice, this final volume contained many guest poets. I was so thrilled to hear from others who shared in these emotions. They were like stars shooting across the sky. Bold, wishful, and full of so much awe. Also, there is the darker side that reminds people that there are still villains in the world.
Definitely, a wonderful collection. A wispy. And at times tearful, read that was wonderfully moving. You don’t move forward without some heartbreak, some fight, and change.
A few of my favorites
it should be safe for little girls
to ride their little yellow bikes around the block without someone ending up in handcuffs- wanted. (p. 20)
can’t a prince a princess a n y o n e just come along & gaze upon me with such adoration it’s as if I’m the gem of the deep, not the rubble of Pompeii? - When will it be my turn? (p. 36)
happenstance /’ha-p ǝn-stans/ noun 1: he & i 2: me, falling down those treetop eyes. - who was i before you? (p. 41)
you’re the kind of intriguing that inspired thousand-page epics. - how many centuries have you lived? (p. 51)
some stories don’t have happy endings. some stories don’t have endings at all. ours didn’t. ours couldn’t. ours won’t. it was easier to pretend you died. it was easier to kill the sleeping prince. - i wrote my own endings in blood. (p. 82)
More to come soon…
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