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Delali’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Delali’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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The Free Verse Society
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2026
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3 editions
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"Such a beautifully written and heartfelt story of two teens falling in love even though their worlds are falling apart. The setting is so lush and every character is so full of personality you could feel them jumping off the page. Sweet, and tender, "
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"A rare gem. <3 This is a book I'd give to anyone, because I think we can all find something in here to carry with us."
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"The beautiful prose in this one, mixed with the absolutely gorgeous free-verse poems sprinkled throughout, stopped me in my tracks. THE FREE VERSE SOCIETY is equal parts gorgeous, heart wrenching, and introspective. I loved every minute of it, and De"
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Delali Adjoa
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Kristin's review
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Lord of Blade and Bone (Waking Hearts, #2):
"This book is GORGEOUS! So lovely and smart and unique. Highly recommend! "
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“I decide that Derek Patel, however beautiful he might be under all that dust, is a hope a heart should not have, a flashing yellow light, a reflective caution sign in the dark. Detour. Dead end.”
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“I decide that Derek Patel, however beautiful he might be under all that dust, is a hope a heart should not have, a flashing yellow light, a reflective caution sign in the dark. Detour. Dead end.”
― The Free Verse Society
― The Free Verse Society
“Are you okay?
Jae. Her voice hovers in the silence as I drop the broken birds into the trash can. A glass splinter digs into my hand and leaves a small, swelling red mark when I pull it out.
Are you okay?
I look up at the ticking clock on the kitchen wall. I can’t be late for my two-hour shift at the diner.
Are you okay?
I rip off my jersey and jump into the shower and try not to think about her black eyes shining like glass. I try not to think about the dimples that appear like magic when she talks. I wonder if I could ever make her smile and how deep her dimples would get. I wonder what would happen if I touched her, or if I ever should.
Maybe she’d break like everything else.”
― The Free Verse Society
Jae. Her voice hovers in the silence as I drop the broken birds into the trash can. A glass splinter digs into my hand and leaves a small, swelling red mark when I pull it out.
Are you okay?
I look up at the ticking clock on the kitchen wall. I can’t be late for my two-hour shift at the diner.
Are you okay?
I rip off my jersey and jump into the shower and try not to think about her black eyes shining like glass. I try not to think about the dimples that appear like magic when she talks. I wonder if I could ever make her smile and how deep her dimples would get. I wonder what would happen if I touched her, or if I ever should.
Maybe she’d break like everything else.”
― The Free Verse Society
“I wear the memories in stitches, in pain that takes its time. The body remembers everything.”
― The Free Verse Society
― The Free Verse Society
“My fingers memorize the way her limbs flow. How soft and careful she is. How sure she is in her quiet.”
― The Free Verse Society
― The Free Verse Society
“Are you okay?
Jae. Her voice hovers in the silence as I drop the broken birds into the trash can. A glass splinter digs into my hand and leaves a small, swelling red mark when I pull it out.
Are you okay?
I look up at the ticking clock on the kitchen wall. I can’t be late for my two-hour shift at the diner.
Are you okay?
I rip off my jersey and jump into the shower and try not to think about her black eyes shining like glass. I try not to think about the dimples that appear like magic when she talks. I wonder if I could ever make her smile and how deep her dimples would get. I wonder what would happen if I touched her, or if I ever should.
Maybe she’d break like everything else.”
― The Free Verse Society
Jae. Her voice hovers in the silence as I drop the broken birds into the trash can. A glass splinter digs into my hand and leaves a small, swelling red mark when I pull it out.
Are you okay?
I look up at the ticking clock on the kitchen wall. I can’t be late for my two-hour shift at the diner.
Are you okay?
I rip off my jersey and jump into the shower and try not to think about her black eyes shining like glass. I try not to think about the dimples that appear like magic when she talks. I wonder if I could ever make her smile and how deep her dimples would get. I wonder what would happen if I touched her, or if I ever should.
Maybe she’d break like everything else.”
― The Free Verse Society
“I decide that Derek Patel, however beautiful he might be under all that dust, is a hope a heart should not have, a flashing yellow light, a reflective caution sign in the dark. Detour. Dead end.”
― The Free Verse Society
― The Free Verse Society
