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From One Bibliophile to Another: Books That Stayed With Me
If you know me, you know books aren’t just something I read, they’re something I live with. I collect them, annotate them, carry them from room to room, and sometimes just hold them when I need grounding. This is my space to reflect on the books that found me at the right time—or wrecked me in the best way.
As a bibliophile, I read for nourishment. For clarity. For the kind of language that lingers. Whether it’s a theory-heavy text, a tender memoir, a messy novel, or a piece of poetry that cracks something open—I’m here for it. I write reviews not just to rate books, but to honor what they stirred in me.
So every Monday in this corner, you’ll find:
— Unfiltered reflections and quotes I can’t stop thinking about
— Books that challenge, affirm, or gently call me in
— Notes on how a book lives in the body, not just on the shelf
— And honest thoughts on what I’d reread, recommend, or pass on
This is a space for readers who don’t just skim the page, they feel it.
Welcome to my rotating stack of stories. Stay awhile, and let me know what’s on your shelf.
Refusing Compulsory Sexuality by Sherronda J. Brown
This book cracked something open in me.
I’ve never identified as “asexual” because baby…nvm.
But Refusing Compulsory Sexuality by Sherronda J. Brown redefined asexuality in a way I didn’t know I needed. As someone who deeply loves love, touch, intimacy and passion—I also know what it feels like to not want to be touched at all.
The Book My Body Asked Me to Revisit—Again
Reflections on “The Body Keeps the Score” by Dr. Besel van Der Kolk
The book gave me something I didn’t realize I needed: permission to put some of it down.
The Body Keeps the Score isn’t always an easy read. It’s clinical at times. Dense. But it cracked open a door for me. A door toward embodiment. Toward reclaiming the parts of me that didn’t feel safe before. Toward understanding why some days I’m so exhausted I feel like I’ve run a marathon in my sleep. Why I sometimes cry and don’t know why. Why touch can feel overwhelming even when it’s loving.
Revisiting Love: On Healing What I Didn't Know Was Still Hurting Me
When I first read All About Love by bell hooks, I remember feeling cracked open — like someone had finally put words to things I hadn’t dared to admit. But what I didn’t realize then was that healing isn’t a one-time event. It’s a return. A revisiting. A remembering.
Lately, I’ve been coming face to face with parts of myself that I thought were long healed – or at least dormant. Triggers in my relationships. Moments of unexplainable withdrawal when I most wanted to reach out. A tightness in my chest when someone tries to love me in a way I don’t yet know how to receive. But I can so freely give.