A collection of poetry, prose and journal entries written by twenty-something year old, Mya G. Wolf. Read along as Mya explores her twenties through themes of nostalgia, grief, change, family, friendship and falling in love.
I wanted to relate to this book so badly being 25. I couldn’t get into it. It felt like a series of iPhone notes that you write down high at 2 in the morning. Only to read them the next night high (again) and think they are profound. The blank page every other page in an attempt to make it longer but then having random clippings on some of them was bizarre. I read this in 20 minutes cover to cover. I can’t say I personally took anything away from it other than I can’t believe the money I spent on it when there are used classics for sale half the price.