I should preface this review by saying I do not read a lot of poetry, in fact I haven't read any since leaving school, but on my way home from work one day I heard Hollie reading the title poem on a repeat broadcast of an Irish radio show, and immediately I felt like this was something I "got" , and I needed to hear more.
So off I went to my local library and requested a copy of the book. A couple of weeks later I took it home, opened it up and realised the mistake I had made. This was not a book I should have borrowed, this was a book I need to buy, to have on my shelf, to be able to pick up and delve into whenever the mood strikes.
The beauty, rhythm, passion and power in the poems in this book simply blew me away, and just like hearing the first one on the radio, I felt a real connection to many of them. Part of this may be due to my close relationship with my grandparents growing up, but I felt, as I read the poems, that this could have been my experience, these could be my words, though I could never express myself so aptly and so well.
I already know I will be looking for more of Hollie's books, but for now some of my favorites from this one are:
Bungalows and biscuit tins, Cherry Pie, Clubbing ( a poem everyone should read ), Cupcakes and Scones and Reverse.