My journey with this poetry book was a nostalgic one. Iced coffee and hot coffee kept me company while reading it. That’s how the book felt to me. It had both warmth and a chill. Somewhere between the cosiness of autumn and the bitterness cold of winter.
Edgar Allan Poe’s presence was a part of this book. It almost felt as though I was reciting every poem to him. He would have been proud of you, Veronika.
These poems are gentle on the heart, yet deeply powerful. It stays with you because it carries a sense of longing. It feels as though you’re reading the author’s journal. The words are bare and real, and that’s what I loved about them. Somehow, by the time you finish this book, you’ll feel like you’ve become a child again, seeing the world through the eyes of the child you once were.