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There’s nothing quite like picking up a book that isn’t even close to your usual genre and having it completely floor you. That’s Verses by Monique Medved. And I am not okayyyy.

I don’t even know where to begin with this one because honestly, how do you review a book that reads like someone cracked open your chest, rummaged around in your thoughts, and put them on a page more beautifully than you ever could? You KNOW I was not prepared.

Verses is part poetry, part reflection, part deeply intimate conversation with someone who just gets it. Each chapter opens with a single word and its definition – and then Monique gives you her definition. The real one. The human one. And every single time I thought “oh wow, someone finally said it.” The structure alone is genius but paired with her writing? Absolutely addictive.

This is not a self-help book – don’t let anyone tell you it is. It doesn’t try to fix you or preach at you. It just sits beside you and holds space. For the grief, the confusion, the messy in-between bits of becoming. For anyone who has ever been told they feel too much, Monique essentially looks you in the eye and says no. That is your gift.

Fair warning: you will not read this in one sitting and you shouldn’t. This is a coffee table book, a handbag book, a 2am when you can’t sleep book. I lost count of how many times I stared into the distance after finishing a chapter to really let it hone in and sink in.

I will be buying a physical copy immediately so I can annotate every single page. And then buying another one to give to approximately every person I know!

Mon – I will read everything you ever write. Everything. This was extraordinary.

5 stars. Full stop.

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