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sidharthvardhan's review against another edition
4.0
"Look at us, she said. We are all of us in this room
still waiting to be transformed. This is why we search for love.
We search for it all of our lives,
even after we find it.”
still waiting to be transformed. This is why we search for love.
We search for it all of our lives,
even after we find it.”
theillegiblevirgo's review against another edition
2.0
a very direct subject and audience but the presence of all the no english languages is weird for me and took away from the experience.
ericakriner's review against another edition
challenging
emotional
hopeful
reflective
sad
fast-paced
3.5
outoftheofficeagain's review against another edition
5.0
To say “if you’re a sad girl, pick this up” seems terribly dismissive to just how good this poetry collection is, but nonetheless, ‘Winter Recipes from the Collective’ by Louise Glück is a perfect collection for you or the sad girl in your life. I cannot thank FSG enough for sending me a copy, it’s become an all time favorite poetry collection.
It is a beautifully and expertly written meditation on grief, love, loss, hardship, creativity, passion, and even the passage of time. Some of these lines absolutely gutted me, but when I tell you the lump in my throat was a boulder by the time I put it down. The themes of sisterhood hit in a way I wasn’t anticipating as with creative pursuit. But the most impactful was the sense of grief of the individual in so many universal pathways of life. It felt like a collection so many, anyone even, could connect to but also a sense of specificity they made it feel intimate and close.
I love this with my whole heart!
It is a beautifully and expertly written meditation on grief, love, loss, hardship, creativity, passion, and even the passage of time. Some of these lines absolutely gutted me, but when I tell you the lump in my throat was a boulder by the time I put it down. The themes of sisterhood hit in a way I wasn’t anticipating as with creative pursuit. But the most impactful was the sense of grief of the individual in so many universal pathways of life. It felt like a collection so many, anyone even, could connect to but also a sense of specificity they made it feel intimate and close.
I love this with my whole heart!