by Yrsa Daley-Ward

Read time: about 7 minutes

I have been reading some really great books recently and it have been overwhelmingly difficult to keep track of all the books via segregated reviews. So I have decided to write short ones giving you reasons to read the respective books. Lets start with Bone by Yrsa Daley-Ward.

Here are 6 Reasons why you should be reading ‘Bone’ By Yrsa Daley-ward.

Cover: Bone

Her writing

Her words are direct and hard hitting. The author knows what she wants to say and how it ought to be said. The sentences are short. The only words that are there are those that NEED to be there. This poetry collection could be a reference for those who want to write simple but crisp.

Stop inciting stirrings, movements between us little rebellions, causing chaos in all of my darker places. The top half of my body is at gross political warfare with the lower. One part of me is roaring and the other wholly disapproves. revelation

One day I will tell you what I’ve been. It will scare you.

Complications well-spoken of

Yrsa Daley-Ward is not a shier. She does not shy away from complicated feelings. There are feelings talked about. Be it of the darkest desires of the most devout women or the mental abuse that the makes you feel on the edge. It is all there bared naked.

Loving someone who hates themselves is a special kind of violence. A fight inside the bones. A war within the blood.

what love isn’t It is not a five star stay. It is not compliments and it is never ever flattery. It is solid. Not sweet but always nutritious always herb, always salt. Sometimes grit. It is now and till the end. It is never a slither, never a little it is a full serving it is much too much and real never pretty or clean. It stinks - you can smell it coming it is weight it is weight and it is too heavy to feel good sometimes. It is discomfort - it is not what the films say. Only songs get it right it is irregular it is difficult and always, always surprising.

Types of men she talks about- Spoiler alert: there is no good kind

Yrsa Daley-Ward talks about men. She talks about the men who have been dedicated to their family all their life only to turn out to be cross dresser. Interested in being someone else’s women. There are also those who are going to always have an excuse for forcing themselves upon you- but it looked like you were having fun, oh but you are great I couldn’t keep myself from you, oh but you like me on you don’t you remember, baby?

Semi-autobiographical writing

The author has poured pain in the form of poetry. She says- you are bruised but it will give you poetry. While some will disagree with the self-bleeding kind of talent I see it as channeling you pain into art. There are deepest darkest secrets and pain running through the soul that you will see in the poetry and to me that is out of the world.

There is positivity

There is some advice for those who do not see the light in the tunnel. She asks you to get up, sit up and serve your time. Do not run away.

Stop trying to die. Serve your time here. Do your time. Clean out the fridge. Throw away the soya milk. Soya milk is made from children’s tears. Put flowers on the table. Stand them in a measuring jug. Chop raw vegetables if you have them. Know that if you are hungry for something but you can’t think what you are, more often than not, only love-thirsty only bored.

The most important thing to do is not to worry. The lines on your face will never stop the sun from coming up. Your tears cannot affect the weather. There are wars going on. The one in your body is the only one you can be sure of losing or winning, then losing again.

That was when I saw you. Eyes did meet, lightening did not flash but I thought to myself, who wears a reindeer jersey and red shorts in May? And anyway you looked kind and the sun was peeping out a little and the sky was still dark and it was still drizzling but everyone needs a little kindness. You have a smile that turns down at the corners and those gentle kind of eyes. Those gentle kind of eyes.

some feel bad in the morning and sometimes they tell you, you want it and sometimes you think that you do. Thank heavens you’re resetting ever setting and resetting. How else do you sew up the tears? How else can the body survive?

The prose is as great as the poetry

It was due to her poetry that I wanted to read the author at least once. But in the collection I found some great prose as well. I read ‘It is what it is’ from On snakes and Other Stories that featured in this book as well.

Another story that blew my mind away was of a woman who has the most wonderful times with her husband learns that he loves cross dressing.

He was the kind of man who, when you woke up in the middle of the night itching on the joints of your fingers and your legs and jaw line because the mosquitoes had been at you again, would rub cold ointment into your skin whispering, “Hush baby, you will be fine.” Or if you felt like you were going to be sick and cried because you were scared of vomiting, held your body with one hand and stroked your hair with the other, who checked your fever when you said you had a temperature, who would cut the crust off your sandwiches and pick all of the apricot pieces that you didn’t like out of your muesli in the morning. It had all been too good to be true and his behaving exactly like a saint at all times had only served to set her up for the fall. She does not believe it initially but traces all the good times they had spent together. She is surprised that she did not see it before.

Perhaps he was not mentally sound. He had never been like other men, wanting to run around and father children all over the place. He never looked at other women. Indeed, she should have known. He was God-fearing and quiet and always ready to help. Had she been inadequate as a woman maybe? Perhaps she had let him help around the house too much? She had been unwell for a while. Yes, her head had become quite sick after she gave birth to Michael and hardly wanted to look at the child. Samuel was left with the baby, having to play the mother’s role. Perhaps it was that.

She decides to go to church as seek help. They promise to sort this out for her as they were all soldiers of God and it was their duty to help their bother. In another glance they turn into a mob who want to set her husband and her lover on fire.

These sinners needed to be saved and a few flames were a small price to pay. After all, there would be more fire in the pits of hell.

It is a great story of men out righteous men destroying other thinking they are saving them. There are several other prose that will make you think or least feel something.

Yrsa Daley-Ward came as a pleasant surprise to me. She needs to be a sensation. People need to read and soon. I am looking for other books by the author and will get to them super soon.

Go ahead, grab yourself a copy of Bone and tell us what you think about the book! If you are a Kindle person, ensure to select the Kindle edition of the book.


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Veena Choudhary

An avid reader and history fanatic.

Mumbai, MH