While this is promoted as a novel written through poems, prose, and illustrations, I am certain many of the words in this book came from the depth of Jasmin’s own experiences and pain; that they are not simply emblems of fiction. You cannot write loneliness, rage, and sadness with such ferocity if you haven’t known their constricting ways firsthand.
As a book of poetry, this is a phenomenal work, especially in the beginning. While I cannot relate to certain aspects, such as the trials of immigration, many of the poems were universal to all women and some speak specifically to trauma survivors. I was fully immersed, page after page, in these poignant bits of emotion - their raw, profound ache captivating my heart and mind.
The first 117 pages were, beyond the shadow of a doubt, a five star read for me.
Then, unexpectedly, after such hypnotic poetic flow, this DID turn into a story. I was caught off guard and pulled out so completely that I had to set the book aside for a few days.
I’ve no desire to criticize the way Jasmin Kaur chose to arrange her art and I’m sure this was meaningful for her. But I don’t understand the startling break in format and I wasn’t fond of it. Perhaps if the book had started as a story with poems tucked between the regular passages, I would have enjoyed the layout a bit more.
The format break only lasted 30 pages, but it felt like it was much longer than that. While the two first person narratives provided context for the poetry, the lack of depth proved a crude change of pace. A lot of things were hinted at and while it was easy to read between the lines, I do believe this needed more development to make it effective.
If I’m understanding the format correctly, the poems that precede the story are a reflection of Kiran’s thoughts, while the poems that follow represent her daughter, Sahaara’s heart. I’m inclined to guess that Jasmin Kaur related more to the character of Kiran, as I didn’t feel the concluding poems packed the same punch at all. They felt more like contrived cliches; solely sparks of fiction, instead of gut-wrenching emotion carefully crafted into words.
It pains me to say that the end result in my reading experience was disappointment, but that’s where this left me. While I was eager to get to Jasmin’s next book when I started this one, I’m not sure now, as I fear the continued journey of these characters won’t impact me in the way that they should, especially if the writing feels as forced as the end of this book did. I would love to simply get more of the author’s heart and less of a story, unless that story successfully draws from the same power that some of her poetry does.
3.5 stars