How Lettering Saved Me

When I was young, I often wished that I could make art erupt out of my fingers and wrap around my entire body. Only then could I feel the stress melt away, I thought. Only then could I feel alive when my anxiety froze everything inside of me.

I thought my art form was writing. In many ways it is. But with writing comes its own form of anxiety–the dread of the blank page, the pressure to keep moving on, the failure when you let go of a project. Writing demands time. It requires soaking in the right moment, bathing in emotions and memories.

And when Jaya was born, finding that time became impossible.

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Book Review: The Astonishing Color of After

You Might Like This Book If You…

  • Like magical realism.
  • Have struggled with depression or suicidal thoughts.
  • Enjoy coming-of-age books with characters straddling two cultures.
  • Are an artist or a fan of art.
The vivid descriptions of art got me into a painting mood 🙂

The Story (NO SPOILERS!)

“My mother is a bird. This isn’t like some William Faulkner stream-of-consciousness metaphorical crap. My mother. Is literally. A bird.”

I fell for those opening lines. I’m not a huge fan of “edgy” teen voices in my YA books; despite these opening lines, know that Pan’s style is more lyrical than the “hardcore, eyelined badass” voice that is so popular these days.

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