Rating: 7/10 (I know, the stars are less and translate to 6/10, but there's no half stars and--)
It's weird because I absolutely adore Our Numbered Days, but I really didn't love this all that much. I went to my favourite new and used bookstore today and this was in fantastic condition for only like four bucks, and I'd been looking for it for cheap for forever (cheapskate flows through my veins). So I was thrilled, of course. Eventually I sat down in an orange reading chair in the bookstore and decided to actually read some of the collection. And I found myself thoroughly... disappointed. There are a few poems in the book that I really relate to and enjoy; standouts being, "Me, But Happy", "The Door", "The Future", and my favourite from this book (one of my favourites he's ever written), "I Don't Need To Have A Better Day, I Need To Feel Better About This One". Those poems were real and heartfelt. They were well-crafted. That's not to say the rest of the poems in the book were not. After all, this was my first time reading many of them, and I didn't get to every single one of them. But most of the others lacked the beauty and certain magic I longed for. The magic of Our Numbered Days. Hilborn writes with extreme honesty and a raw, sometimes bleeding view of reality. A relatable view. Feelings of depression, loneliness. One could argue that I didn't love the book because the subject matter just hit a little too close to home. I disagree. Our Numbered Days featured many of the same themes. A key difference in most of the poems, though, was hope. The Future often lacks any spark of hopefulness. The poems are grounded in reality, to the point of being too real-- there is not as much use of the imagination, not as much personification or analogy. The use of reality in his poems is something I appreciate when it is seen in a new light. That Hilborn mastered "this is the reality of life and the situation, but wait, here's another way to see it, look at it in a different light". That Hilborn crafted lines and poems that floored me. The Future is still relatable. It's still well-written from a technical standpoint. But in my opinion, it lacks a lot of the fantasy and beauty and imagery employed in its predecessor. This is an unpopular view-- many people think the only good poem in Hilborn's debut book was "OCD", and think this follow-up was a lot better of a book, but I personally have to disagree. I still greatly love Hilborn as a poet, I just don't think The Future should be his future in poetry. He still has more to give and I can't wait to see what he puts out. Meanwhile, I'm going to go return the library copy of Our Numbered Days that I've been holding onto and rereading for months and just go buy it for myself on Amazon.