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3.7 AVERAGE
3.7 AVERAGE
quick read. excellent flowy writing style. felt like i was reading song lyrics. mature topics that may be triggering.
Good quick read. Poetry is expressed in many ways, not always rhyming.
let me start off with my credentials.
i read poetry. i write poetry. i *love* poetry. i compete in slam competitions. i’ve had the incredible privilege of watching, competing against, and workshopping with some absolutely mind blowingly skilled poets that are working in the scene right now. i’m also afab and a victim of sexual assault that i have severe trauma from.
i shouldn’t have to start my review with that but here we are.
this is by far the most embarrassing excuse for poetry i’ve come across thus far. some of these poems are a sentence with a line break in the middle and that’s IT. these feel more like sloughed off, discarded lines from some larger, better work than actual poetry. it is uninspired, sorely lacking in imagery and metaphor and pretty much any other literary device you can think of. i actually cheered out loud, “there’s a rhyme!” about a third of the way through the book because i had finally come across something that vaguely resembled poetry. yes free verse doesn’t have to rhyme, but this hardly even qualifies as that. there are no motifs (aside from the occasional use of the word “honey” throughout the work) or repetition or wordplay or flow. absolutely nothing that indicates that it’s poetry aside from poorly placed line breaks. speak your truth, tell your story, whatever. but if you say you’re writing poetry, write some gd poetry.
i read poetry. i write poetry. i *love* poetry. i compete in slam competitions. i’ve had the incredible privilege of watching, competing against, and workshopping with some absolutely mind blowingly skilled poets that are working in the scene right now. i’m also afab and a victim of sexual assault that i have severe trauma from.
i shouldn’t have to start my review with that but here we are.
this is by far the most embarrassing excuse for poetry i’ve come across thus far. some of these poems are a sentence with a line break in the middle and that’s IT. these feel more like sloughed off, discarded lines from some larger, better work than actual poetry. it is uninspired, sorely lacking in imagery and metaphor and pretty much any other literary device you can think of. i actually cheered out loud, “there’s a rhyme!” about a third of the way through the book because i had finally come across something that vaguely resembled poetry. yes free verse doesn’t have to rhyme, but this hardly even qualifies as that. there are no motifs (aside from the occasional use of the word “honey” throughout the work) or repetition or wordplay or flow. absolutely nothing that indicates that it’s poetry aside from poorly placed line breaks. speak your truth, tell your story, whatever. but if you say you’re writing poetry, write some gd poetry.
DNF @ 40% I thought these supposed to be poems and not long paragraphs??
I loved this book - usually I am not into poetry, but "Milk & Honey" was perfect. The poems are very short, eloquent and have a very feministic approach to them. Would definitely recommend for the 15-25 age group. The entire book is just over 200 pages, so it's an easy book to read in a single day. Kaur stole my heart with this book - and I hope she decides to compile more collections like it.
emotional
fast-paced
dark
emotional
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
The first chapter of this book had my crying, aching. hurting.
It's the chapter that hit me hardest because of its relatability, even though rupi kaur did not try to achieve that. She did anyway.
The second chapter of this book reminded me of precious moments I've shared during my existence, moments in which I felt loved, in which I loved and which I'll always cherish.
The third chapter made me think of things I never really thought of before. Made me contemplate them in a way I wouldn't normally do.
The fourth chapter showed me that there's strength in each and every one of us but that we simply have to find it, believe in it. Believe in ourselves.
This book changed me.
And I'm grateful.
It's the chapter that hit me hardest because of its relatability, even though rupi kaur did not try to achieve that. She did anyway.
The second chapter of this book reminded me of precious moments I've shared during my existence, moments in which I felt loved, in which I loved and which I'll always cherish.
The third chapter made me think of things I never really thought of before. Made me contemplate them in a way I wouldn't normally do.
The fourth chapter showed me that there's strength in each and every one of us but that we simply have to find it, believe in it. Believe in ourselves.
This book changed me.
And I'm grateful.