A review by the_midnight_librarian
The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo

5.0

...Wow

It's been a while since a book has made me cry. It's been even longer since I was inspired to write poetry.

Elizabeth Acevedo's writing tugs at my heart strings while running fingers through my hair. Telling me it's OK to feel emotions, that her books are a safe place.

I read this book physically and audibly. Not only because I got hung up on the Spanish, and wanting to make sure I pronounced it correctly, even it my own head, but after listening to With the Fire on High, I wanting my fix of Acevedo's own voice.

I related to Xiomara in that I had a lot of body for a girl in middle school and early high school, getting unwanted attention, and being told it was my fault, or to let boys be boys, to the point where I hid in oversize sweatshirts and tried to be unseen to the rest of the world.

I wanted to hold Xiomara, comfort her and let her ask me any and all the questions that came with getting a period, about feeling love for the first time, about feeling lust.

I wanted to give Xiomara someone to talk to. Much like the comforts of Acevedo's books she makes me want to comfort her characters and protect them from harm.