I thought I liked Louise Glück, but that was in high school, and things evidently change. Couldn't connect with the majority of these, not because they're not good, but because they didn't seem to say anything new or interesting. And I expect poetry to deliver some kind of intellectual static jolt beyond the poet's facility with language. This collection is thematically cohesive, and the language is elegant in its deceptive simplicity, but its soul—is spite of Glück's overfondness for the word—felt lacking.

2.5