BOOK REVIEW: BOOK OF WINGS
This is the first novel I’ve ever read in verse. I’m not one for poetry to be honest, so my “review” will be a bit different. (I also don’t think it’s fair to assign a star rating seeing as how I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about here.) With that vote of confidence, on to the notes.
All in all, I enjoyed this. As we follow Maya through her journey, we’re welcomed into various countries and encounters she has with men along the way, for better or worse. It’s not just heartbreak we deal with; themes of racism, personhood, and belonging are present as well.
On the surface, a tale of heartbreak seems cliched, but being told in verse adds a layer of imagination. I loved the descriptions and pacing; Evanson told a harrowing story of self-discovery with such grace that I often got lost in passages. It’s hard for the storytelling not to pull you in and poetry captures the world in a way prose can’t. It allowed Evanson to play with language and structure and I’d be lying if I said her words weren’t enchanting.
Admittedly, it was hard to follow sometimes but that was just me. As I said, I’m not one for poetry or anything resembling it, so it was a bit of a struggle at times. But I still enjoyed this, which is a testament to the work.