⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 ( BROKE MY SCALE ) ***LIGHT SPOILERS***
This one has been on my mind daily since I finished it. Honestly, I wish I could read it again for the first time and it’s only been a few days since I closed it.
This is a Persephone and Hades retelling/inspired story in a YA coming-of-age version, layered and symbolic.
Things I loved:
-This was my first novel in verse and I fell in love with the style. As someone in the poetry and writing world, this hit my sweet spot. Poetry books can be difficult for me because I’m picky, but this was perfection.
-It’s an exploration of how trauma and fear are passed down from mothers to daughters, and how those fears end up imprisoning young girls.
-The book captured the shame young girls get from the “aunties”—making everything about men and centering little girls’ lives around them, when really all they want is to just be kids and have friends, not be sexualized or scrutinized.
-The depiction of a mother who doesn’t fully see her child; while trying to protect her, she suffocates her is a dynamic we see over & over again—it's heartbreaking.
-The honesty of how a girl, once rumors are spread about her, no longer feels safe even at home. Constant surveillance. Constant assumptions. Her very existence tied to boys and men in ways she never asked for. It was heartbreaking and too real.
-From the mother’s perspective, there’s even resentment and fear of boys because of her father leaving—another generational layer.
- I loved the transitions, like from summer to her friend Tamadur, where the setting folds into the character introductions seamlessly.
-The symbolism of the pomegranate— was explained and integrated beautifully.
-Her aunt stepping in as an advocate was such an important piece.
-The fact that she’s a poet herself and the way the book shows how art can be both healing and exploited. How vulnerability through art can be weaponized.
-The story puts her right on the edge of harm, but doesn’t push her into something life-shattering. It shows how she goes through the motions of adoration, passion, “love,” uneasiness… but she’s a teen. She ignores warnings, deludes herself at times, because she’s never believed. That was such a real depiction of manipulation and the irrationality of the teenage experience.
-The shift where other women and girls rally around her, and she finds the strength to tell her mom —a much appreciated full circle and healing moment. It opens the door to rebuilding a relationship that should have been her safety from the start.
-She was surrounded by good people, but the one she most wanted to love her didn’t see her, so she couldn’t hear the warnings from her friends.
-I appreciated learning more about Sudanese and Arabic culture, and seeing how peers with overbearing parents gave her a safe space before things shifted with the weirdo man.
My personal reflections as a mother:
-I got emotional because I was once a young woman and now I’m raising a little girl. I know what it’s like to be a young girl’s protector, but I couldn’t imagine my daughter fearing me so much that she’d feel unsafe, explore outside, and end up hurt.
*This is exactly why I parent the way I do: allowing my daughter to be expressive without making everything about how other people perceive her, teaching her about people without placing responsibility on her for others’ perversions.*
-I understand the “no sleepovers” rule, but not allowing young girls to express themselves through something as simple as aesthetics? No.
Final thoughts:
This book is powerful. I could cry even writing this review. Bright Red Fruit is a reminder to love on your daughters… your kids. Yes, protect them, but also be their friend. Be someone they can trust. Let them know that even if they disappoint you, even if they’re “in trouble,” they can depend on you and know you always have their best interest. See them. Hear them. Cultivate them. Support them. Correct them in love. And let them be human.
6 stars!!!!!!!! A book I’ll carry with me forever.