New York Times bestselling poet Atticus returns to dive even deeper into the life-affirming waters of love, with all-new ready-to-share poems on new love, old love, lost love, and forever love.
Skinny Dipping in December is the sixth collection from bestselling poet Atticus, author of Love Her Wild and LVOE.With his signature brevity, Atticus shares thoughts on the many forms that love embodies, reaching out a hand to the souls too free to be caged and the ones still healing from diving into the deep end before they were ready. He continues to capture the relatable ebbs and flows of life that have resonated with readers worldwide for over a decade.Heartwarming and timeless, this is Atticus at his best and love at its most uninhibited.
Oh Atticus. First of all, anyone who titles their book, "Skinny Dipping in December" has my whole heart. I love the simplicity of Atticus. I love that it's not pretentious or overly lyrical. It's just a sentence here and there- mostly about relationships, nothing really profound, very unassuming. And because of that, the words land just right.
She had lived so many lives in this short life of hers. She was constantly shedding and reinventing who she was and why and I knew it would always be the same but hoped I could hold on for this short while before we were shed like everybody else.
Sometimes the greatest act of love is to let go to release the past and make space for a new beginning.
Forgiveness is not forgetting not excusing the hurt-- it is setting down the weight of anger and resentment so you can be free.
Her hair smelled of campfires and nights under the stars-- a girl I'd chase through a thousand summers.
Sorry but this was incredibly unoriginal and redundant - and I really enjoyed his previous work. It’s like he gave up and just wrote a bunch of fluffy crap? “Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the rosé”???? Bro I’ve seen this on a canvas print at every home goods store lmao. Disappointing!
Every time Atticus releases a book of poetry, I finish reading it and feel like the book was written with me in mind; this book leaves me with the same feeling! I was 31 when Love Her Wild was published, and I'm still feeling seen, known, understood, and encouraged with this new book at 40.
I've loved every single Atticus collection, but this one fell short for me. Felt repetitive and the emotions really didn't really translate well from paper. Entertaining read but I expected more.