"Do not judge a book by its cover" - said every author suffering from Imposter's Syndrome ever. And this book's got a great cover. So, you know what that means. Quack's all about being a quack. The author, or you'd rather call her a poet, describes her slow descent into madness, armed with nothing but metaphors and convoluted emotions, all because of a guy she fondly calls 'Halley's Comet'. Rejection can be a mischievous thing. It can turn you inside out, or carve out your insides, and leave you a 75-kilo empty shell. This book is intended to be cathartic (for her, of course), but feel free to relate and fold any pages (she loves dog-eared books), drop some sauce on the parts that you like, tuck in leaves or polaroids of your own conflicts into its pages. And scribble your own thoughts along the margins, as you go along. And if you find anything particularly beautiful, consider it your own. She's not fooling anybody.
I consider myself very dense about poetry and yet somehow this book held the intensity and power to not just move me to visible emotions but also to rivet in that after-thought for longer than hours. Reading this book of little poetic experiences made me look again at all the ordinary leaves, concrete buildings, relationships with important people and - perhaps even my hair. So thank you.
This was quite an interesting read. The author was very vulnerable throughout and it was sprinkled with tons of literary references. There were many points where I could relate to the emotions and thoughts of the author. And that's the only reason to read poems for me. Expect to get a really good feel of the author's own grief, conflicts and pain as you read through this. And expect to come across fascinating metaphors. I'd recommend reading them in order to get the best experience. There's a reason behind how the anthology is structured. Lastly, my favourite poem from this changes depending on my mood, but if I had to stick with one... it'd be "Journey". That poem belongs in a travel memoir.