I'm not sure why it took me so long to finish this book (months and months), because every time I picked it up I remembered how moved I was by so many of the poems, which are smart and have a deceptive ease to them, but which are so deeply felt and passionate at the core. The deeply-felt-ness sort of sneaks up on you, because the surfaces of the poems are so accessible... I'd be reading along, just enjoying their gracefulness, and then a line or a couple of lines would slap me in the face. The poems are funny, too, as well as being wise, and taking delight in the everyday. I actually think this is a book that invites reading slowly, a couple of poems at a time... it isn't hard to re-enter Katha Pollitt's world, the way it can be sometimes, for me, with more mysterious or more "difficult" poets. Actually, the latter is the kind I tend to prefer, because I often feel that very accessible work doesn't stay with me or invite me to read it again. But I've already read a bunch of these poems again, and I think I will want to keep revisiting them.