Book Review. This is Just my Face Try Not to Stare by Gabourey Sidibe.

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Rating: 4 out of 5.

Book Review

I loved the book Precious, and so I requested to review Gabourey’s memoir to find out about the person who played the character Precious in the film of that book, as I thought Gabourey played the role brilliantly. In This is Just my Face she talks about that, and the feeling she had of being a contest winner as she stood between Paula Patton, and Mariah Carey on the red carpet, and described her ill-judged wardrobe choices, which I found so relatable, as was when she writes, ‘I couldn’t tell her that I couldn’t stop crying and that I hated everything about myself,’

Before she starred in Precious Gabourey was depressed, worked in a call centre, and didn’t have the desire to be a actress. Gabourey Sidibe writes about her childhood, but that is a whole story in itself, and I will leave that for you to read if you pick up a copy of this book.
Fame is frankly written about: the false rumours about her death, and misconceptions around money. Gabourey is down to earth, funny, and her book is one of those you don’t realise where you are, what’s going on around you, or even that you’re reading, because This is Just my Face is so entertaining.

 My only issue was I felt because some people had predicted Gabourey would be famous in the future, that she was almost flippant about getting the role of Precious, as she had such little acting experience – she was a two time college dropout, and then finds her purpose in life in acting, and in that breakthrough role. It read like a fairytale. I don’t know if that makes sense. I think if you experience depression, like me, you read memoirs and want to find out what did they do to overcome depression and achieve huge success. Or how do you do that when you feel like shit. But that doesn’t mean the depression has gone away.

I felt disappointed by the end of the book. If I re-read This is Just my Face, I might feel differently. Overall, an enjoyable read, and it gives you an insight into fame, and family.

Thanks to Netgalley and the publisher for gifting me with a copy of this book! 

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Round-up of Books I have bought recently

Do I need any more books?

No. no I don’t, but – beside the point.


Here are some of the books I downloaded/were approved to read on Netgalley recently.

Quit like a Woman The Radical Choice to Not Drink in a Culture Obsessed with Alcohol – Holly Whitaker

The Book Depository

This cost 1 pound something. I had to get this book because I have wanted to read it for a while. I followed Holly on Instagram and it took me ages to realise she had a book. A book that people are expressing is a great read, which isn’t necessarily a good thing. We will see.  

Rising Strong – Brene Brown

The Book Depository

This cost less than a pound. The author came recommended. Another book where I might learn something.

Cow Girl – Kirsty Eyre

Waterstones

Cow Girl was an approved title from Netgalley. Cows and a terrible pun on the cover did it for me. It looks good. A Sunday evening read.

Hickory Dickory Dock – Agatha Christie

It was free. You know I love Christie’s dialogue, more than anything. It’s a Poirot mystery, I prefer Marple. Might have read it in the past.  

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Driftwood – Marya Layth

I really liked what Marya was posting from this book on her Instagram feed and eventually thought to buy the book. Proceeds from Driftwood are going to Futures Without Violence a Covid-19 response to helping kids and adults get away from abusive situations.


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April Roundup. Depression, Sun & Progress

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Well, April was a shit month, wasn’t it? Utterly shit. Thanks depression, love you too. But it wasn’t all bad. Here’s a list of Good Stuff that happened.


  • The sun came out. Yes, I actually got to feel the sun on my face.
  • I had one good day where I took a selfie and thought I like how I look. No flaws there. Even the bags under my eyes looked cute. Here is the selfie.  (Yes, my hair usually does its own thing)

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  • I finally purchased a plastic tub to put my shampoos and shower gels in, to store in a cupboard, so they were not laid out on the floor. Yes, I tidied up my shit.
  • Laura Woods took over from Alan Brazil on Talksport’s Sports Breakfast in the mornings on radio (This sentence is so broken, I could have put that better) I’m happy she got the job and it wasn’t given to another man.
  • Bizarrely I was approved for some amazing books on Netgalley. I mean, Amazing. I spent all of April reading. I binged on books. Not sick though.
  • I started to blog again, mainly because I got a Wi-Fi connection. Hoo – bloody – ray. #luxuriesyoucanbarelyafford
  • I also, in April, started holding myself to account when it comes to ticking off the things on my To Do list. I downloaded the Microsoft To Do app and it feels great to be able to tick things off. If I use paper, it doesn’t work. You basically end up collecting bits of paper with the shit on it you meant to have got done in November. Which means it all builds up, I become overwhelmed and then I procrastinate.
  • That brings me onto another point, I deleted some of the apps on my phone that were not serving me. They were distracting me, which is needed sometimes, but you can’t be distracted 24/7 because then you are avoiding life (how long did it take me to learn that? Far too fucking long)
  • I submitted a few poems to Fly on the Wall press’ call for food themed poetry for the next issue of their magazine. I started the year with the aim of submitting m writing again and it started well and then tailed off because of the aforementioned To Do lists. Plus my confidence in myself is so screwed, I get into the mindset of why try and get published when so many people’s writing is far better. Which is rich because when I do read my poetry, I think that’s pretty good Kate, not bad. Then I read some of the reviews on my books, which people have read (and I need to stop saying which) and get a boost from that too. So I need to stop going on a negative bender. I need to tell those negative thoughts to fuck off more often. Not easy when depressed, not easy. We can try. It is May first. The opportunities are endless.

OK. Turns out I was wrong. I had depression, but April was full of progress too.
Let me know in the comments how your April was.

 


April Roundup

Poetry Book Review: If My Body Could Speak

Jeremy writes brilliant book reviews! I’ve also read If my Body could Speak and it’s as good as Jeremy’s review suggests. Jeremy has a great collection of poetry you should check out too. It’s called Welcome to the Sombre Days.

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I couldn’t quite put “If My Body Could Speak” down, but I couldn’t finish it in one sitting because each poem tore me apart (it was intense beauty). Baird writes about anorexia, being queer, sexual assault, misogyny, and much more. In each of these topics, she writes from a place of honesty, of hurt — it demands the reader to listen, to feel the pain she goes through.

Right off the bat, she
starts with the poem “When the Fat Girl Gets Skinny,” which had gone viral when
Baird performed it. I was struck by several stanzas, but perhaps my favourite
lines are the ending:

when I was little,
someone asked me

what I wanted to be
when I grow up

and I said,

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Even when taken out of
the context of the poem, these lines…

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Poetry Files. Drop them, by @AlisonMalee

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Friends, this poem has become my anthem! If ever you needed a poem for a situation in your life this poem would be IT.  Taken from Alison Malee’s new book The Day is Ready for you.  Preorder it now by clicking on the cover image. It releases May fifteenth.

Thank you to the publisher,  and Netgalley, for an ARC copy of this book.

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