A review by stevendedalus
I Become a Delight to My Enemies by Sara Peters

4.0

It's a beautiful mess of a book: mixed up, throwing symbolism and imagery every which way, occasionalky making sense in a hazy way before smudging again.

One of those things you don't necessarily enjoy reading but you find yourself picking up again for another hit of semi-linked poetry-prose.

The whole feels greater than the sum of its parts, few of which really cut deep or sharply. But they accumulate against your mind and slowly work their way in until you get that experimental buzz of kind of liking it but confused and kind of annoyed that happens with so much experimental work.