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Shivanee’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Shivanee’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
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Shivanee Ramlochan
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in St. Joseph, Trinidad and Tobago
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November 2009
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https://www.goodreads.com/novelniche
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Everyone Knows I Am a Haunting
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2017
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Bi+ Lines: An Anthology of Contemporary Bi+ Poetry
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Bodies Built for Game: The Prairie Schooner Anthology of Contemporary Sports Writing
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2019
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Brave New Words
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Senseisha: Memoirs of the Caribbean Woman
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2014
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Reclaim, Restore, Return: Futurist Tales from the Caribbean
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Unstitching Silence
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2025
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Thicker Than Water: New Writing From The Caribbean
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2018
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Caribbean Examinations Council Commemorative Compilation of Best Short Stories: Caribbean Secondary Education Certificate
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and i am the man / laughing: “Connel, Morning”
Image: Port of Spain, Trinidad, posted at Flickr by Georgia Popplewell under a Creative Commons License.If you have spent any time at all in Port of Spain, you will know — like this poem knows — that it is worth writing about.
“Connel, Morning” comes from the section of You Have You Father Hard Head that focuses on travel: international to inside your backyard, these poems call on their travel
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"Premee Mohamed is always outstanding. This is a sinister fairytale/fable on the theme of Don't Go Into the Forest, No Really, Don't. Horrific, compelling, with an agonised heart and lovely writing. "
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Dogs Dog walker Walking in the forest Birds The slave trade Murder in the AME church In Charleston Stones Jamaica Central Park Congo “How Lord Did you teach the soul of the slave To grow into a tree” Thank you Jason Allen-Paisant " Read more of this review » |
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" "My beloved is weather, she is cloud, rainshower , a day dawning generous, bright with birds."
Taxidermy and anagram form poems is something new to me so this was so refreshing. I think this book is beautiful, even when there are some parts I don't " Read more of this review » |
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| I was gifted 'Fall on Your Knees' for my 16th birthday, a delicate time when I was on the threshold of heightened sensory awareness of how very fine fine writing could be, of the immaculate, crisp nature that prose owns when it works precise magic up ...more | |
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“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― The Stream of Life
― The Stream of Life
“You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.”
― Good Morning, Midnight
― Good Morning, Midnight
“I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.”
― Wide Sargasso Sea
― Wide Sargasso Sea
“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
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“Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.”
― The Republic of Love
― The Republic of Love
