This book is a reflection of a child hood I've lived, in a similar fashion. I felt Xiomara's character as if it were something written by my own hand--because a lot of what she goes through, what she felt, what she does and doesn't say--is an accurate depiction of some of the ways I've felt, and continue to feel--written in short, succinct, purposeful and poetic prose.
The Poet X is one of those books that read you. You don't read it.
Disturbing, and impressive, The Poet X--is a stellar, and meaningful read. It rattled me, and encouraged me.
My one hope coming out of this, is that this book can fall into the hands of someone--that could be just as affected--thoroughly, and completely.
Acevedo, does a stellar job of reminding us of the both the purposefulness, of words if you listen, really listen--and the powerlessness of them, if you ignore--or silence them.
It's a reminder that you matter, you matter, you matter.