My 14-year-old was completely obsessed with this book for at least two days, so of course I had to read it to see what all the fuss was about.
The last novel in verse I read was Eugene Onegin by Alexander Pushkin. After finishing it, I decided that novels in verse are fine, but poems are a kind of contrived way to tell a story. Ibi Zoboi and Yusef Salaam’s Punching the Air is forcing me to reconsider.
Reviews for two books that have proven to be excellent company during a pandemic: Dance of Thieves by Mary E. Pearson (PGR: ☕️☕️☕️☕️) and The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton (PGR: ☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️).