I’m not a big poetry reader to start with, but I know I like a few beautiful similes and metaphors with the occasional clever rhyme. This is not that type of book.
It has a good title and the title is what drew me to read this. I’m not sure if it is technically poetry, but I only have high school level poetry knowledge. Is this modern poetry? I guess it’s like jazz. Some of it is nice; some of it makes no sense.
The main drawback for me was that it’s extremely personal without filters of deeper meaning. It felt like accidentally overhearing someone’s therapy session and it was uncomfortable.
It’s heartfelt and raw and probably did a lot of good for the author. I’m not sure if anyone else needed to share in it, but that’s me… and maybe it’s exactly what someone else needs.
It had some good poignant one-liners, but this wasn’t the collection of poems to spark a love of poetry in me.
It left me with the question: Did she save herself?
Well… if she’s happy now, I guess that’s good enough.