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A review by synoir
Alone with You in the Ether by Olivie Blake
5.0
This book, I feel like, waited for me.
I started it, reading it at a pace that I rarely do. The first quarter of it, I was slow, as in months slow. Usually, I would gradually accept that I perhaps will not finish it.
And then it grabbed me, and I finished it in a single breath, three coffees and millions of thoughts.
This is poetry written in prose, as I start to think this is what Olivie Blake does, and chains of thoughts that are deeply buried in the back of our heads. I feel close to the characters that have nothing similar to me yet all the more relatable; but they are in talking and conversing in thoughts people are not usually able to articulate.
And that is why it’s art.
Who talks like that, I read some reviewers say here and there, and I have an answer for them, I think. Thoughts do when they are expressed, and I believe it is refreshing to have it in the form of prose, in the form of witnessing two people learning to love but it is in a way that prose has forgotten: free.
This is so refreshing, and I am so happy to have read this book. I read through it and my dark thoughts about myself came, but they were followed with thoughts that allowed me to be free.
And I know why it took me that long for that breath to finish it, it was waiting for me.
I started it, reading it at a pace that I rarely do. The first quarter of it, I was slow, as in months slow. Usually, I would gradually accept that I perhaps will not finish it.
And then it grabbed me, and I finished it in a single breath, three coffees and millions of thoughts.
This is poetry written in prose, as I start to think this is what Olivie Blake does, and chains of thoughts that are deeply buried in the back of our heads. I feel close to the characters that have nothing similar to me yet all the more relatable; but they are in talking and conversing in thoughts people are not usually able to articulate.
And that is why it’s art.
Who talks like that, I read some reviewers say here and there, and I have an answer for them, I think. Thoughts do when they are expressed, and I believe it is refreshing to have it in the form of prose, in the form of witnessing two people learning to love but it is in a way that prose has forgotten: free.
This is so refreshing, and I am so happy to have read this book. I read through it and my dark thoughts about myself came, but they were followed with thoughts that allowed me to be free.
And I know why it took me that long for that breath to finish it, it was waiting for me.