This poetry book was... okay. Listen, I enjoy poetry - I'm not particularly good at it myself but I do enjoy it. And this was not bad poetry, it just was not mind-blowing. I know that's heavy expectation to put on poetry - but truthfully as an art form it needs to bring something new. This very much reminded me of Amanda Lovelace - and I'm not the biggest fan of her poetry either. Listen - not bad. Some of the poems were very touching, in fact. The writing was not bad, but the issue is - you either have to be an amazing writer or talk about concepts no one else has - in a way no one else has. Self-esteem issues and illness have been touched on a billion times and unfortunately I've read about them a lot. Maybe if this was the first poetry book id ever read I would think differently but it isn't. I had to lower it down to 2 starts because it really is hard to get through this book when so many of them just reiterate the same sentiments in very similar words (the repeated references to storm in regards to pain and depression - boring, especially since the poems weren't special). It feels lazy to me - like the editor didn't do their job.

Provided for review by NetGalley.