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A review by drwozniak
Another Appalachia: Coming Up Queer and Indian in a Mountain Place by Neema Avashia
reflective
relaxing
fast-paced
5.0
“Still, this idea kept circulating in my brain: I am from here, but not of here.”
“I do not know what it means to posses a love of place so strong you remain rootbound even when the soil sometimes rejects your very existence…I want it. I hunger for it. Sometimes, I even trick myself into thinking I have it. But a dinnertime conversation with a woman whose family has been buried in the same cemetery for five generations quickly reminds me that I do not. And I’m the moment of self-pity that follows, I consider the fact that while the hills of West Virginia shaped me into the person I am today, I have passed behind them, my shallows roots trailing behind me as I go.”
“I do not know what it means to posses a love of place so strong you remain rootbound even when the soil sometimes rejects your very existence…I want it. I hunger for it. Sometimes, I even trick myself into thinking I have it. But a dinnertime conversation with a woman whose family has been buried in the same cemetery for five generations quickly reminds me that I do not. And I’m the moment of self-pity that follows, I consider the fact that while the hills of West Virginia shaped me into the person I am today, I have passed behind them, my shallows roots trailing behind me as I go.”