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A review by xanderrabbit
Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson
5.0
5 stars.
I’ve never reviewed poetry. I don’t know how to do it. Before this book, I’ve barely even read poetry, and by barely, I mean I’ve read what short stanzas I’ve seen online, thinking, Hey, that was pretty good. I should buy some poetry soon. And then I never do.
So, maybe, you’re thinking you should take my review with a grain of salt, because I don’t know how to review poetry, or because I have *cough* limited *cough* experience reading it. I think that’s valid, if that’s how you want to live your poetry-review-reading life, by all means, go ahead. I’m not here to police whether you take me seriously or not; I’m just here to be honest and tell you that Lord of the Butterflies was one of the best things I have ever read in my entire life.
I’m a bit (a lot) worried that, since this was my formal introduction to poetry, I’m going to be disappointed by everything else I ever read. Seriously. It was that good. Every other piece of poetry I have read, granted, a small collection, but every. single. other. piece. Felt insignificant. This book felt like it was written for me, each adeptly crafted phrase strung together specifically to make me feel.
And feel I did. I was ugly crying within the first 13 pages, texting my best friend pictures of the poems and trying not to sob all over the pages. I don’t know if Andrea Gibson ever checks their Goodreads reviews, but if they do, I want them to know that if there was ever a day for me to read this book, it was the day I read it. I never knew how much more known poetry could make me feel than novels. How much less alone.
Your name
is a gift
you can return
it if it doesn’t fit.
5/5 stars, and more if I could. Thank you.
I’ve never reviewed poetry. I don’t know how to do it. Before this book, I’ve barely even read poetry, and by barely, I mean I’ve read what short stanzas I’ve seen online, thinking, Hey, that was pretty good. I should buy some poetry soon. And then I never do.
So, maybe, you’re thinking you should take my review with a grain of salt, because I don’t know how to review poetry, or because I have *cough* limited *cough* experience reading it. I think that’s valid, if that’s how you want to live your poetry-review-reading life, by all means, go ahead. I’m not here to police whether you take me seriously or not; I’m just here to be honest and tell you that Lord of the Butterflies was one of the best things I have ever read in my entire life.
I’m a bit (a lot) worried that, since this was my formal introduction to poetry, I’m going to be disappointed by everything else I ever read. Seriously. It was that good. Every other piece of poetry I have read, granted, a small collection, but every. single. other. piece. Felt insignificant. This book felt like it was written for me, each adeptly crafted phrase strung together specifically to make me feel.
And feel I did. I was ugly crying within the first 13 pages, texting my best friend pictures of the poems and trying not to sob all over the pages. I don’t know if Andrea Gibson ever checks their Goodreads reviews, but if they do, I want them to know that if there was ever a day for me to read this book, it was the day I read it. I never knew how much more known poetry could make me feel than novels. How much less alone.
Your name
is a gift
you can return
it if it doesn’t fit.
5/5 stars, and more if I could. Thank you.