Books like this are always a little hard to review for me because they're pretty explicitly not about me, or even feel like I'm intended to read them. So "thought it was okay, didn't care too much for it" feels like the expected response.

But yeah, it was okay, didn't care too much for it. There were only three or four poems that popped at me in a collection of well over a hundred, and even then they didn't pop that hard. It wasn't all that evocative or challenging or emotional for me. Really, it felt a bit generic, even if it felt like Kaur really was pouring herself into many of these poems. I guess it reads like someone a bit young learning how to deal with relationships, which I guess it is.

But it also didn't feel like a book that really wanted to speak to me, so I feel like my opinion doesn't matter much. C'est la vie.