Anna-Marie McLemore
Anna-Marie McLemore
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Anna-Marie McLemore is an American poet, novelist, and essayist known for her lyrical and magical realist style.
Birth and Death Dates
Born: 1985 (exact date not publicly available)
Nationality and Profession(s)
Nationality: American
Profession: Poet, Novelist, Essayist
Early Life and Background
Anna-Marie McLemore grew up in a multicultural household in the United States. Her experiences with identity, culture, and family life are deeply rooted in her writing. She began writing poetry at an early age and has continued to hone her craft throughout her life.
Major Accomplishments
Published six novels and two collections of poetry
Winner of the 2017 PEN America Literary Award for Young Adult Literature for her novel _The Weight of Feathers_
Finalist for the 2018 Goodreads Choice Award for Best Young Adult Fiction for her novel _When the Moon Was Ours_Notable Works or Actions
Some of McLemore's notable works include:
_The Weight of Feathers_ (2015): A magical realist novel that explores the lives of two rival families with supernatural abilities
_Wild Beauty_ (2017): A young adult novel that delves into the experiences of a Latina girl growing up in a family of healers
_When the Moon Was Ours_ (2016): A magical realist novel that tells the story of two Latinx teenagers falling in love during Ramadan
Impact and Legacy
Anna-Marie McLemore's writing has been widely praised for its unique blend of magic realism, lyrical prose, and exploration of identity, culture, and family life. Her work has resonated with readers from diverse backgrounds, providing a platform for representation and voices often marginalized in literature.
Why They Are Widely Quoted or Remembered
Anna-Marie McLemore is widely quoted and remembered due to her:
Innovative storytelling style that combines elements of magic realism
Exploration of themes such as identity, culture, and family life
Commitment to representation and inclusivity in literature
Impact on the literary world through her award-winning novels and poetry collections
Quotes by Anna-Marie McLemore
That was probably another thing Aracely had almost asked ten times, opening her mouth and then hesitating. Why, to Miel, a pumpkin couldn't just be a pumpkin. A question Aracely knew better than to say out loud.
I may know how to nudge a man toward proposing, or how to hearten a tired mother. I may know who needs the sugar of violet pan dulce. But I don't know how to fold my heart into dough or lace vanilla sugar with my secrets.I don't know how to sprinkle a little of what is in me, like the color of the nonpareils.
To the boys who get called girls,the girls who get called boys,and those who live outside these words.To those called names,and those searching for names of their own.To those who live on the edges,and in the spaces in between.I wish for you every light in the sky.
Nothing else in the world makes a man like that more afraid than five girls on their periods.
I wonder, just for a second, how it will taste on Gael's tongue, the cinnamon and chile en polvo laced into our vanilla cake, the spice a little like what he adds to his family's tamales.
Then comes another hand. And another one. They come out of the dark like the night is growing them.
Of course he would think the whole glittering universe existed to spin anything he wanted out of stardust. He was a man, and a rich one, and these together made him believe the planets and moons orbited around the single point of his desires.
That I was a boy, but it was not as simple as me wanting to be called he. That I liked being called he and him. But that I would've liked being called she and her sometimes, too, if it didn't let everyone settle into the assumption that I was a girl. I had never been a girl, would never be a girl...
Do not stare at me unless you are willing to see me.' ...'Look at me,” he says. “Look at this body. My body. Or stop looking. Deny it, and deny me.
Estrella wished she could pry the ground open like the shell of a pomegranate, spilling out its secrets like shining red seeds.