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Save me from this poetry.

A heartbreakingly beautiful, positive paean to the power of the compulsion to write, whatever the personal cost. Also, a fascinating insight into Kuwaiti culture, which I knew little about.
“The moment that poetry materialises in my life not as an identity or talent, but as a saviour, an active force in my life.”
Review to come.

The long middle section (amid very short chapters) of intimate, poetic emails is even more exquisite than the rest. The world of an oppressed Kuwaiti woman is totally unfamiliar to me, and yet we have so much in common. Literature unites us. More than half way through and this is one of the best books I’ve ever read. And it was strange circs that led me to it. Im so glad.

I picked this up, having never heard of it or the author, and knowing almost nothing about it. Stunning so far. Viscerally poetic and unexpectedly pertinent on sudden bereavement. One to relish, slowly.
"I embrace the shattered pieces of myself so that I might write...
Give me my language so that I might think, so that I might exist,
So that I might know myself, so that I might know You."