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4.47 AVERAGE
4.47 AVERAGE
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This is long, but I just loved this quote...
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"When I try, the features arrive in a jumbled haze, even as I look closely now, at someone I have loved for years, I am reaching back toward how I knew them once and finding air, sometimes cradling a laugh that sounds like it could be a child's laugh. The mind can only hold so many faces. I see parts of people I loved as a child everywhere, but never their entire, younger selves. We might still be alive back there, on the beautiful and bowing branch of youth. No one has been buried. No one has learned to load a gun. No one knows the price of anything that might sell in any good season. The weapon that might be your undoing hasn't been invented yet."
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So, I bought a hard copy of this in NYC, forgetting that I had bought it on sale from Libro.FM, and I think I would have loved both formats, but I ended up listening to a lot of it because.... Abdurraqib is a phenomenal narrator. He spoke with such reverence. Like, it felt like a sermon or a meditation - it was poetic and intense. It was lyrical and dimensional. It romanticized parts of our everyday, of connection through sport and what it means to feel community and not feel alone. It showcases the major faults in our justice system and the racism plagues our entire country. It's a reflection on the black American experience - and it's a heavy one. I feel like I share so little in common with Abdurraqib, but somehow, he made me feel connected, and he spoke with so much heart that I couldn't stop listening to him. It's truly a work of art, and it's a book that will stay with me. I can see this being one of my favorites this year.
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"When I try, the features arrive in a jumbled haze, even as I look closely now, at someone I have loved for years, I am reaching back toward how I knew them once and finding air, sometimes cradling a laugh that sounds like it could be a child's laugh. The mind can only hold so many faces. I see parts of people I loved as a child everywhere, but never their entire, younger selves. We might still be alive back there, on the beautiful and bowing branch of youth. No one has been buried. No one has learned to load a gun. No one knows the price of anything that might sell in any good season. The weapon that might be your undoing hasn't been invented yet."
.
So, I bought a hard copy of this in NYC, forgetting that I had bought it on sale from Libro.FM, and I think I would have loved both formats, but I ended up listening to a lot of it because.... Abdurraqib is a phenomenal narrator. He spoke with such reverence. Like, it felt like a sermon or a meditation - it was poetic and intense. It was lyrical and dimensional. It romanticized parts of our everyday, of connection through sport and what it means to feel community and not feel alone. It showcases the major faults in our justice system and the racism plagues our entire country. It's a reflection on the black American experience - and it's a heavy one. I feel like I share so little in common with Abdurraqib, but somehow, he made me feel connected, and he spoke with so much heart that I couldn't stop listening to him. It's truly a work of art, and it's a book that will stay with me. I can see this being one of my favorites this year.
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I'm just not feeling it rn but like maybe one day I'll go back.
Beautiful prose. Perfect mix of recollections and ruminations. Feels like the author hasn’t enough breath for his thoughts.
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