Mahnoor Gilani

It won't be wrong to say that you can feel the grief of someone twice; once the way they felt it and second the way it moves through your own bones. reading this book made me feel; it made me 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. good things, bad things, terrible things, then a bit of joy, love and hunger. it is the way morrison played with words and arched the character's subconscious mind that i couldn't help but think of myself as one with it. there is an intelligent use of supernatural along with metaphors to explain the pain and grim horrors of race crime committed against the people of color in the 1800s. one can't help but be drawn to the careful and poignant craft of the book. they say writing requires an insight, a certain awakeness of one's own pain in a way that one could navigate it's way through it on the boat of words, but as frickle as that boat may get at times and drown one, it is the pain that then leads one to the shore. to live through a memory twice is to write about it. and morrison did that exceedingly well. to take memories so fierce and coarse and be so elegant with it — she is simply a genius and i am glad for the worlds she chose to write.