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A review by yapxinyi
We Were Always Eating Expired Things by Cheryl Julia Lee
3.0
The title drew me in – I found it fascinating-sort-of-disturbing and thought there might be a similar curious energy running through the book. I wanted to like it. Unfortunately, not sure if it's me and SingLit, rarely does a SingLit poem make me feel things, unlike [a:Ada Limon|291817|Ada Limon|https://images.gr-assets.com/authors/1427897997p2/291817.jpg] or [a:Chen Chen|407926|Chen Chen|https://s.gr-assets.com/assets/nophoto/user/u_50x66-632230dc9882b4352d753eedf9396530.png]... is it me?? Is it SingLit??
I think none of the pieces got me emotionally invested enough to feel anything before I got ripped out into the next one, which was also what made this a quick read. Perhaps it's because the pieces feel very literal for me – it's always telling me something is happening, but who is this "we", this "us" this "I"? It's like telling me about something without actually telling me, which makes me feel as though there's nothing rich savour or soak in. There's not much to take apart and reread, over and over. So maybe I'll reread but...someone else needs to convince me. :P
I think none of the pieces got me emotionally invested enough to feel anything before I got ripped out into the next one, which was also what made this a quick read. Perhaps it's because the pieces feel very literal for me – it's always telling me something is happening, but who is this "we", this "us" this "I"? It's like telling me about something without actually telling me, which makes me feel as though there's nothing rich savour or soak in. There's not much to take apart and reread, over and over. So maybe I'll reread but...someone else needs to convince me. :P