Before we dive into the review of this gem, allow me a bit of back story.
Until a few years ago, I didn’t get poetry. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, or understand why it wasn’t just written in prose. Truth be told, I was probably a bit scared by poetry, and the ability it has to make you feel things, and so I locked myself up tight and told myself it was the poetry that was the problem, and not me. (Also let’s not forget those awful GCSE English lessons. Yet again, school killing something that could have been wonderful for me…)
Fast forward to when I started working in a bookshop, and one of the first books I was given to read was Love That Dog by Sharon Creech. At first, I was baffled by it, as always, but by the end I had found that there were sections that made me begin to appreciate poetry. Granted, I didn’t have an overnight transformation into a poetry lover, but sometime later I found myself (voluntarily) picking Love That Dog up again and I straight up adored it. Suddenly, I got poetry! Hooray!
And then, last week, I was giving the poetry shelves at work a bit of a tidy and reorganisation, and I noticed For Every One by Jason Reynolds sitting there, looking at me (the fact that it has a highly eye-catching cover by Yinka Illori also helped. I mean, just look at those colours!!). I’d seen good things about it online, and so started reading it, there and then. A couple of pages in, and I was hooked. I immediately went and tucked it behind the till so I could buy it on my lunch break, as I knew it was something special I would want to keep and read over and over and over again.
Dear reader, I was not wrong. Continue reading “For Every One by Jason Reynolds”