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    Top books of the year so far

    Some of these books didn’t come out in 2020, but are fairly recent releases. It’s my top 5 books I’ve personally read this year so far! It’s difficult for me to put into words how much this book means to me. In so many pages, I was inside Glennon’s shoes, even though we’re completely different people with different experiences. Growing up Mormon, I felt very much like I was in a cage and had no idea where my wild was. There’s so much wisdom jam-packed into this memoir/self-help book, even to the point where Glennon throws her previous selves in her past published works under the bus— but sometimes that’s…

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    Where- (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

      There once was a happy girl, Chloe who was wearing a yellow dress, flowy She turned a wrong corner and then to her horror There was nothing but wind, it’s blowy   Where do the children go?   There once was a handsome boy, Drake A nice man offered him cake They left the playground his mom looked around and her heart did instantly break   Where do the children go?   There once was a girl named Mary whose day to day schedule was scary they’d take her away the scumbags would pay Her future they wanted to bury   Where do the children go? 800,000 kids disappear…

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    Full Circle- A Braided Essay (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

    One   I fell down the stairs. I don’t know if I missed a step, or was at the top or the middle, all I know is my brother caught me before I hit the cement at the bottom. The stairs weren’t soft either, the carpet needed replacing 20 years ago.   Usually when I wake up from long naps, my mom or dad is there waiting for me, their heads hovering in silent concern, speaking to me softly like I spoke another language and they were taking it easy on me.   I began to have so many seizures that I didn’t go to the hospital every time. I…

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    A Cactus (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

    I’m hazardous, but contain the juice of life  The sun with it’s malignant stare, reflecting in your tedious sweat I grant you a smidgeon of shade from the source of life and hell Set your shoulders ‘neath the dunes and admire my rare blooming buds Touch me not, for blood will spew  And an injury is not needed in my desert.  Night will fall, the thirst will call Your throat as jagged as a dagger  Make the cut, I’ll save your life  But my juice is naught but tender.  My greenery, the scenery, I’m the star in your lonely sky  Like a comet soaring through your mouth I’ll quench the…