I want my dollar back.
I’m mad at myself for taking the time to read this through. The poet is more so ranting than she is sharing poetry. I didn’t feel like I was on a journey of loss, love, and growth. Rather, I was reading the open diary of someone who is pretending to let go when really deep down they are still holding on. Poetry is meant to move, change, and resonate deeply with the reader. My time would have been better spent on something else. As a fellow poet, I was fairly disappointed. I was hoping to feel the grief and be immersed in the journey. I was cheated. This book gets 0 stars if it were possible, and frankly it is childish masochism — at best.