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Best Books of 2019

Total number of books read in 2019: 170

Here is my list of my favorite books I read this year, listed in the order in which they were read. Click on a title to read my review, when available.

Fierce Fairytales: Poems and Stories to Stir Your Soul by Nikita Gill (poetry and short stories, published in 2018)
The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick by Mallory O'Meara (biography, published in 2019)
The Pandora Room by Christopher Golden (fiction, published in 2019)
The Rest of the Story by Sarah Dessen (YA fiction, published in 2019)
Chasing Captain America: How Advances in Science, Engineering, and Biotechnology Will Produce a Superhuman by E. Paul Zehr (non-fiction, published in 2018)

I also enjoy Jen Bartel's artwork, so I was glad to see Blackbird released as a graphic novel.

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Poetry Friday: Before by Avis Harley

The butterfly was there
before any human art was made.
Before cathedrals rose in prayer,
the butterfly was there.
Before pyramids pierced the air
or Great Wall stones were laid,
the butterfly was there.
Before any human, art was made.

- Before by Avis Harley

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Poetry Friday: Circe by Nikita Gill

Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?
Perhaps magic is in the habit of choosing sharp-eyed girls who ask too many questions for their own good. Perhaps it chooses girls who are not unloved, but not fully loved either.

- selected lines by Nikita Gill

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Poetry Friday: And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu

Today there has been so much talk of things exploding
into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we
all run outside into the hot streets
and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones
anticipating light, or a girl whose teeth
you can always see. With more sparkle and pop
is the only way to live. Your confetti tongue explodes
into acid jazz. Small typewriters
that other people keep in their eyes
click away at all our farewell parties. It is hard
to pack for the rest of your life. Someone is always
eating cold cucumber noodles. Someone will drop by later
to help dismantle some furniture. A lot can go wrong
if you sleep or think, but the trees go on waving
their broken little hands.

- And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu

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Poetry Friday: Fire by Sara Bareilles

Someday I won't have to feel the cold
But I do now so I'll know
What it feels like when I feel fire

- selected lyrics from Fire by Sara Bareilles

Listen to the song by clicking the click above - or put a little kick in your Friday with the remix!

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Poetry Friday: Love Never by Jimmy Eat World

It's gonna seem so far
It's gonna feel so hard
Until you want the work more than the reward
Do you want the work more than the reward?

- selected lyrics from Love Never by Jimmy Eat World

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Poetry Friday: On What Planet by Kenneth Rexroth

Uniformly over the whole countryside
The warm air flows imperceptibly seaward;
The autumn haze drifts in deep bands
Over the pale water;
White egrets stand in the blue marshes;
Tamalpais, Diablo, St. Helena
Float in the air.
Climbing on the cliffs of Hunter's Hill
We look out over fifty miles of sinuous
Interpenetration of mountains and sea.

Leading up a twisted chimney,
Just as my eyes rise to the level
Of a small cave, two white owls
Fly out, silent, close to my face.
They hover, confused in the sunlight,
And disappear into the recesses of the cliff.

All day I have been watching a new climber,
A young girl with ash blonde hair
And gentle confident eyes.
She climbs slowly, precisely,
With unwasted grace.

While I am coiling the ropes,
Watching the spectacular sunset,
She turns to me and says, quietly,
"It must be very beautiful, the sunset,
On Saturn, with the rings and all the moons."

- On What Planet by Kenneth Rexroth

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Poetry Friday: A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira

I want to remember us this way-
late September sun streaming through
the window, bread loaves and golden
bunches of grapes on the table,
spoonfuls of hot soup rising
to our lips, filling us
with what endures.

- selected lines from A Pot of Red Lentils by Peter Pereira

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