Banned in some states for talk of death, hidden feelings, and silent desires. Held back from the minds of students because of its "controversial themes." Read it when I was 10. Still lives on today, through all its tribulations, as a book that understands love-- how we love, and why.
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FAKE CASH FLEX Man Flexes Fake Cash On IG, Gets Shot In The Head After Robbers Storm His Home For The Loot
To almost be killed over false funds is scary. To live and tell the story of your ordeal is legendary. An Indianapolis man received a non-fatal gunshot wound to his neck, just below his head. He had posted fake dollars on Instagram from an old Facebook page. Someone knew his address and proceeded to break into his home, pistolwhip him several times, and then shoot him.
By Skyler Saundersabout 13 hours ago in Critique
School as a Sorting Machine
Education is often presented as the most powerful instrument of social mobility, a neutral arena where merit prevails over origin. In Morocco, as in many postcolonial societies, schooling is officially framed as a republican promise: equal opportunity for all citizens regardless of class, geography, or family background. Yet, behind this discourse lies a deeply stratified educational system that systematically disadvantages students from poor, rural, and working-class backgrounds. Rather than correcting social inequalities, the Moroccan education system frequently reproduces and legitimizes them. This discrimination has severe social, economic, and political consequences, and it raises an urgent question: how can Morocco move toward a genuinely egalitarian educational system?
By Rachid Zidine5 days ago in Critique
Foot Bindings
I asked my grandmother how she knew she'd fallen in love. I am not sure I ever did love him, she said. This was before I met my husband. I was naive, a naked spring, a raw nerve of a thing. That cannot ever be me, I knew. Sadness swept in gently like a Moscow thaw. It is no simple thing, looking into a woman's vast soul and seeing its foot bindings. Now, in Italy divorced with my skin singed off, when I say I don't love him mean: I have succeeded at feeling nothing most days and it mostly works. Do you want the comfort of Nothing? Do you want Nothing, too? Be warned: you'll never be free, even when you are nothing. Here is what doesn't work: Accepting the stages of grief. Talking about it. Sitting with the feeling. Missing him—no, the person you were when you believed in death do us part. Writing poetry. That, too. When I say I don't love him I mean: I feel capsized in an endless, starved tide. What sometimes works: selective memory. You must forget ripe tomatoes and his beard and feeling perfectly sheltered in a big blue world. Forget coffee in bed, laughter watching TV, blowing out the candles on the birthday cake and the quiet all-encompassing knowledge that you are chosen. Remember only how love turned to a banal everyday survival act, a trapeze act unsure whether he will catch you, how the warmth stagnated and became sour, remember the foot bindings and remember the resentment boiling in your veins as you stick it out for the kids. Six-hour Netflix binges help, too. A man's fingers tracing your spine. Frozen pizza at 2 a.m. Random trips to the museum just to stand near things that last a while. The realization that crying won’t change anything. Seeing that life is just a dream, and refusing to participate in your own suffering. Bite your fist. Walk on eggshells around joy. When I say I don't love him, I mean he didn’t break my heart, he just stopped touching it and it forgot how to beat right.
By Ella Bogdanovaabout 7 hours ago in Poets
Comments (5)
I read the book when I was 10 too! I agree with everything about this critique!
I remember loving this book! Great critique ❤️
So did it scare you as a 10 year old. How bad was it. Now I have to read it. Dharrsheena tends to rub off on you.
Death? Controversial themes? I'm itching to get my hands on this book! Excellent review!
Oh this story also changed me, I still think about it often. I feel the exact same way about this book. Have you read the companion books? They're very different, they have very similar nostalgic feelings for me.