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3.91 AVERAGE
3.91 AVERAGE
This is a case where I really wish I had read the book instead of listened to it. The narration just didn't work for me and I think this would have resonated a lot more with me in print form. I might give it another try at some point because I suspect this would have been at least 4 stars for me.
challenging
emotional
medium-paced
Pain is not framed like a problem with a solution.
Heart Berries is a memoir where every word is truth, stripped of all possible motives and sentiment other than truth. There’s no much craft in Terese Marie Mailhot’s voice and precise control of language that I often had to put the book down to just revel in her talent.
Heart Berries is a memoir where every word is truth, stripped of all possible motives and sentiment other than truth. There’s no much craft in Terese Marie Mailhot’s voice and precise control of language that I often had to put the book down to just revel in her talent.
“I felt breathless,
like every question was a step up a stairway.”
I’m grateful to Emma Watson and Our Shared Shelf for this one. A raw, powerful, and poetic memoir of an indigenous woman from the Pacific Northwest and her courage and personal growth through trauma, loss, motherhood, and mental illness.
If you like Rupi Kaur, check this one out.
like every question was a step up a stairway.”
I’m grateful to Emma Watson and Our Shared Shelf for this one. A raw, powerful, and poetic memoir of an indigenous woman from the Pacific Northwest and her courage and personal growth through trauma, loss, motherhood, and mental illness.
If you like Rupi Kaur, check this one out.
This was a beautifully haunting poetic stream of consciousness. The way she captured her trauma and mental health issues felt so raw and real, validating a lot of my own experiences in a way I have not personally seen depicted in literature before.
For a short read this book is not an easy read. It took a bit of time for me to adjust to her writing style.
This book took my breath away. Exquisite, exacting prose tells a story of one individual life and family plagued by mental illness and trauma that resonated with me and my own experience (down to the father who showers with children) more reverberatingly than any narrative I have ever read. At the same time, bold exploration of the shame of feeling/feeding stereotypes and the strength from which she draws as an indigenous woman lays bare social and political dynamics to which I could never speak. Mailhot’s tale is incisive in its marriage of the universal (pain, suffering, desire, craving) and specific (indigenous mother, feeling like a “crazy” woman while navigating pathologization, experiences of racism, sexism, and institutionalization as an indigenous woman). As a person who has struggled for decades to find my own writing voice, there is no other voice I would love more to write in than Terese Mailhot’s. I will continue working on my own voice because I know how extractive such a statement can sound, but I want to be clear about the depth of my admiration for Mailhot’s voice after reading this one book.
Heart Berries is a memoir on life as a Nlaka'pamux woman, enduring the weight of persistent mental illnesses, navigating complex relationships, and so much more.
This memoir does not follow a chronological timeline. Instead, Mailhot tells her story as one remembers life – through a mix of memories that have shaped other memories and ultimately shaped oneself.
Every word felt carefully chosen. Every line read like poetry. I found myself having to re-read sentences, sometimes pausing to recite them out loud, as an attempt to understand their gravity. Even so, I may never fully understand Mailhot’s wounds and trauma, but her unapologetic honesty made me feel that much closer.
This memoir does not follow a chronological timeline. Instead, Mailhot tells her story as one remembers life – through a mix of memories that have shaped other memories and ultimately shaped oneself.
Every word felt carefully chosen. Every line read like poetry. I found myself having to re-read sentences, sometimes pausing to recite them out loud, as an attempt to understand their gravity. Even so, I may never fully understand Mailhot’s wounds and trauma, but her unapologetic honesty made me feel that much closer.
dark
emotional
sad
medium-paced