Books for Jewish American Heritage Month
In honor of Jewish American Heritage Month in May, we are sharing books by Jewish authors who share their individual stories, experiences, and lives. Find our full collection of titles here.
I
On Love
Whenever, however, this ends,
I want you to know that right now,
I love you forever.
Just to be clear, I don’t want to get out without a broken heart.
I intend
to leave this life so shattered there better be a
thousand separate heavens for all my flying parts.
If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane.
Maybe
I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.
Maybe I didn’t even know I was here ’til I saw you
holding me.
Give me one room to come home to. Give me the palm of your hand.
Has your heart ever been a hoarder?
Mine has.
But mostly I don’t keep anything
but my word.
I have never made a love potion that hasn’t blown up.
Today in the grocery store I found one of your hairs in my underwear.
I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed,
“That is so gorgeous it could kill a man.”
Good thing I’m a leprechaun.
Lucky, lucky.
It takes guts to tremble. It takes so much tremble to love, every first date is an earthquake.
I mastered the art of crochet and I crocheted her a winter scarf
and one night at the bar I gave it to her with a note that said something like “I hope this keeps your neck warm. If it doesn’t, give me a call.” The key to finding love is messing up
the pattern on purpose, is skipping a stitch, is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in and hoping she mends it with
your lips.
I
On Love
Whenever, however, this ends,
I want you to know that right now,
I love you forever.
Just to be clear, I don’t want to get out without a broken heart.
I intend
to leave this life so shattered there better be a
thousand separate heavens for all my flying parts.
If love did not exist
I would be so goddamn sane.
Maybe
I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.
Maybe I didn’t even know I was here ’til I saw you
holding me.
Give me one room to come home to. Give me the palm of your hand.
Has your heart ever been a hoarder?
Mine has.
But mostly I don’t keep anything
but my word.
I have never made a love potion that hasn’t blown up.
Today in the grocery store I found one of your hairs in my underwear.
I pulled it out in the frozen food section and screamed,
“That is so gorgeous it could kill a man.”
Good thing I’m a leprechaun.
Lucky, lucky.
It takes guts to tremble. It takes so much tremble to love, every first date is an earthquake.
I mastered the art of crochet and I crocheted her a winter scarf
and one night at the bar I gave it to her with a note that said something like “I hope this keeps your neck warm. If it doesn’t, give me a call.” The key to finding love is messing up
the pattern on purpose, is skipping a stitch, is leaving a tiny, tiny hole to let the cold in and hoping she mends it with
your lips.
In honor of Jewish American Heritage Month in May, we are sharing books by Jewish authors who share their individual stories, experiences, and lives. Find our full collection of titles here.
For Mental Health Awareness Month in May, we are sharing books to educate and raise awareness about mental health and the various factors that may affect it, and to provide tools and resources for student wellness. Find our full collection of titles here.
Every May we celebrate the rich history and culture of Asian Americans, Native Hawaiians, and Pacific Islanders. Browse a curated selection of fiction and nonfiction books by AANHPI creators that we think your students will love. Find our full collection of titles for Higher Education here.