My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is the second book in the Women Are Some Kind of Magic poetry series, and just like the first one, this is actually my daughter's book. She encouraged me to read it because she knows how I feel about feminism, the mistreatment of women throughout history, and witches.
As soon as I started this book, I was hooked. I find reading poetry collections to be such a soothing experience. I love reading one poem, taking a breath and getting stuck into another... and before I realise it, I'm reading the last poem. It's nice.
The poetry in this book is angry and raw, gets straight to the core of what it's like to be a woman living in the world of patriarchy rule. Or a woman in the past who didn't survive the confines of such a construct. As well as the ones labelled witches and burned for their desire to exist as a person. Not to mention the innovative women buried by their male counterparts until we can't even find them in the history books.
I like how the simplicity of this poet's work soon becomes something so deep it takes you by surprise. Like the first collection, this one deals with abuse and sexism and how badly girls and women are treated. But it's also about reclaiming words and actions, taking what's been used to hurt women and wielding it as a weapon.
Also, I love how the text inside this book is red. The symbolism was not lost on me. ☺
I find Amanda Lovelace's poems to be very empowering, so I'm looking forward to reading the next installment.
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