I have to admit, the first half of the blurb made me think this would be a little more climate focused than it was - it speaks of melting permafrost and the secrets exposed thereby. It is hardly Mettner's fault that my mind immediately turned to mammoth carcasses and viruses!

Instead, what's unearthed is the secrets that exist in the relationship line of things - friends, lovers, politics - and the resulting poems are full of feminism and humour. I really enjoyed it. This is Mettner's second book, I understand, and I want to go and find the first one now because the poems here are so relatable that it's easy to miss how polished they are. It's a lot more difficult than it seems to produce poems that are both incisive and approachable, and I wasn't more than a few pages in before I'd entirely forgiven the lack of mammoth.

This is going on my get-a-copy-of-your-own list, given that this one has to be returned to the library. It was a pleasure to read.