I enjoyed this up until the tragic ending it felt very much like being a teenager in love again. Wow so many emotions so over the top so much promise so much detachment from reality like wow teenage love is self-centric and powerful and sad. If you think this book is juvenile then you didn't read the title. I felt like I experienced all those years again, the shame and cringe of masquerading love while underneath your ego is just getting fed. I am thankful I read this book. This makes me think about young love in a more depressing light. The search of meaning and importance through romantic relationship, of playing a part rather than being a whole individual. I am glad it is short otherwise I wouldnt have made it through it.
It wasn’t bad. I went into this book under the impression it was an anthology of poems, but it was a little more than that, and I didn’t necessarily vibe with what turns it was taking.