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ashpoe

sci fi nerd who also loves the classics || autistic artist || graphic novel connoisseur || 32, she/they || you may call me ash ♑️☀️♉️🌕⬆️

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Universe Quest: Octavia Butler's Afro-Futuristic World
British & Irish Classic Literature
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Jane Eyre
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The Incandescent
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The Souls of Black Folk
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The Anne Brontë Collection: Agnes Grey, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, Collected Poems
25%
The Hundred Years' War on Palestine: A History of Settler-Colonial Conquest and Resistance, 1917-2017
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The Turn of the Screw
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Positive Obsession: The Life and Times of Octavia E. Butler
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September 2026

The Turn of the Screw

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    ashpoe reviewed...
    Jul 21, 2026
    Little Rot
    Little RotAkwaeke Emezi
    5.0
    Enjoyment: 5.0Quality: 5.0Characters: 5.0Plot: 5.0
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    in the author's note, emezi is described as living in "liminal spaces," which is also the name of a poem i wrote a couple years ago and randomly found after finishing it. it feels apt to this novel somehow:

    Chambers where blood flows but never lingers areas unknown from outside ever-yearning for warmth a constant tangle of embrace and release.

    this is one that will stick with me for a long time. akwaeke emezi can write characters like no other.

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  • "Affirmation"

    I wanted to share these words from the beginning of the autobiography because they are truly beautiful.

    “Affirmation” by Assata Shakur

    I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of the eyes. I believe in rain and tears. And in the blood of infinity.

    I believe in life. And i have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth, sculpting mud bodies in its path. I have seen the destruction of the daylight, and seen bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted.

    I have seen the kind become the blind and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson. I have walked on cut glass. I have eaten crow and blunder bread and breathed the stench of indifference.

    I have been locked by the lawless. Handcuffed by the haters. Gagged by the greedy. And, if i know any thing at all, it’s that a wall is just a wall and nothing more at all. It can be broken down.

    I believe in living. I believe in birth. I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth.

    And i believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, seasick sailors, can still be guided home to port.

    (published online and copied from thefeministwire.com)

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