Content warnings: drug (marijuana) usage, mentions of cutting, equating women with having vaginas, lots of talk of feminism, intersectional feminism, polyamorous relationships, lesbian relationships, alcohol usage, cigarette smoking, medical issue discussion, microaggressions, discussions and mentions of racism, talks about allyship, talks about safe spaces, mentions of pregnancy, talks about privileges, talks about consent, brief mentions about sex, nudity mentions, mentions of alternative medicines (acupuncture and oils and meditations), mentions of politics, mentions of 9/11 and the after effects of the attack and first responders, mentions of religion (both Christianity and Judaism)
I received a free copy via Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Oh. My. Gosh.
This book.
This fucking book.
I NEVER thought I would see myself in a book with regards to my asthma. But I DID. And I practically cried. I mean that’s the only spot I really saw myself with this book but do you know how rare it is to see yourself in a book like this when it comes to asthma? Like the dumbest things (to me) trigger my asthma. Too much excitement. Too much stress. Too much panic. Too much anxiety. Running (which is one of the only things I *DON’T* think is dumb that triggers it). Smoke of any kind (fire, cigarette, marijuana, etc). Laughing too much. Crying. Perfume/Cologne. And seeing a main character who not only has asthma but carries an inhaler AND USES it and it isn’t an afterthought but an integral part of WHO they are? That was wonderful and life changing and I want more. It made me realise what I was missing. And I NEED MORE.
And the calling out of the white lady fucking up. I was 100% there for that. As well as there for her calling out the white girls being rude. Because the one act doesn’t cancel out the other act. I can remember being in Juliet’s shoes. Learning who you are and discovering yourself. In a way I’m still kind of there. This is one of those books where I want to buy a bunch of copies and distribute them to libraries and to people who want a copy of it if I had the money to do so.
All I can really say is if you have the opportunity/means to do so, get this book and read it. It’s worth the price.
I received a free copy via Netgalley in exchange for a fair and honest review.
Oh. My. Gosh.
This book.
This fucking book.
I NEVER thought I would see myself in a book with regards to my asthma. But I DID. And I practically cried. I mean that’s the only spot I really saw myself with this book but do you know how rare it is to see yourself in a book like this when it comes to asthma? Like the dumbest things (to me) trigger my asthma. Too much excitement. Too much stress. Too much panic. Too much anxiety. Running (which is one of the only things I *DON’T* think is dumb that triggers it). Smoke of any kind (fire, cigarette, marijuana, etc). Laughing too much. Crying. Perfume/Cologne. And seeing a main character who not only has asthma but carries an inhaler AND USES it and it isn’t an afterthought but an integral part of WHO they are? That was wonderful and life changing and I want more. It made me realise what I was missing. And I NEED MORE.
And the calling out of the white lady fucking up. I was 100% there for that. As well as there for her calling out the white girls being rude. Because the one act doesn’t cancel out the other act. I can remember being in Juliet’s shoes. Learning who you are and discovering yourself. In a way I’m still kind of there. This is one of those books where I want to buy a bunch of copies and distribute them to libraries and to people who want a copy of it if I had the money to do so.
All I can really say is if you have the opportunity/means to do so, get this book and read it. It’s worth the price.