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A review by rosa44
Pageboy by Elliot Page
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
4.0
A mí no me molesta las idas y venidas en el tiempo como he visto que se señala en otras reseñas: es propio de la memoria y los recuerdos...y de hilvanar los recuerdos pertinentes.
Tampoco le reprocho a la autora el no poder o querer profundizar sobre los momentos de abuso que sufrió. Es muy difícil verbalizar algunas cuestiones...que haya contado esas situaciones ya es mucho. La falta de reflexión sobre lo sucedido es una señal de todo el dolor y el trauma vivido me parece.
"There are an infinite number of ways to be queer and trans, and my story speaks to only one. As I say later in these pages, we are all but a speck in this universe, and I hopethat in speaking my truth I have added yet another speck to dispel the constant misinformation around queer and trans lives. If you haven’t already, I urge you to seek out many other vast and varying narratives fromLGBTQ+ writers, activists, and individuals. The movement for transliberation affects us all. We all experience gender joyfully and oppressively in different ways."
"This world has many ends and beginnings
A cycle ends, will something remain?
Maybe a spark, once so bright will bloom again".
—BEVERLY GLENN-COPELAND,“A SONG AND MANY MOONS”
"It was the first time bonded with someone so fiercely who understood a particular shame. We spoke of similarities in our childhoods, families, unrequited loves,hometowns, and although we were part of different systems, something about our upbringings connected us, a roundedness and similar suffering. It was as if we entered a field of pain, yes, but also one of camaraderie and healing. Something altered for me in that time, knowing him. I felt supported and seen, I could put my guard down, relax, here was a true friend."
"I wish I could bottle this, I thought. I felt the quiet pain that comes with being in love, the risk of it all. "
"It was that moment I felt I would never hear what I yearned for, an understanding, or atleast an explanation. Something. It would take me years to finally speak."
“Why do I feel this way?” I’d plead. “What is this feeling that never goes away? How can I be desperately uncomfortable all the time? How can I have this life and be in such pain?”
Tampoco le reprocho a la autora el no poder o querer profundizar sobre los momentos de abuso que sufrió. Es muy difícil verbalizar algunas cuestiones...que haya contado esas situaciones ya es mucho. La falta de reflexión sobre lo sucedido es una señal de todo el dolor y el trauma vivido me parece.
"There are an infinite number of ways to be queer and trans, and my story speaks to only one. As I say later in these pages, we are all but a speck in this universe, and I hopethat in speaking my truth I have added yet another speck to dispel the constant misinformation around queer and trans lives. If you haven’t already, I urge you to seek out many other vast and varying narratives fromLGBTQ+ writers, activists, and individuals. The movement for transliberation affects us all. We all experience gender joyfully and oppressively in different ways."
"This world has many ends and beginnings
A cycle ends, will something remain?
Maybe a spark, once so bright will bloom again".
—BEVERLY GLENN-COPELAND,“A SONG AND MANY MOONS”
"It was the first time bonded with someone so fiercely who understood a particular shame. We spoke of similarities in our childhoods, families, unrequited loves,hometowns, and although we were part of different systems, something about our upbringings connected us, a roundedness and similar suffering. It was as if we entered a field of pain, yes, but also one of camaraderie and healing. Something altered for me in that time, knowing him. I felt supported and seen, I could put my guard down, relax, here was a true friend."
"I wish I could bottle this, I thought. I felt the quiet pain that comes with being in love, the risk of it all. "
"It was that moment I felt I would never hear what I yearned for, an understanding, or atleast an explanation. Something. It would take me years to finally speak."
“Why do I feel this way?” I’d plead. “What is this feeling that never goes away? How can I be desperately uncomfortable all the time? How can I have this life and be in such pain?”