bookwormed 's review for:

The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón
3.0
reflective sad fast-paced

Overall, most poems didn't make me feel anything, possibly because I couldn't relate to most of the content? It just didn't struck a chord in me. 

Below are my favourite lines from this collection though (from the poem The Hurting Kind): 

<i>Before my grandfather died, I asked him what sort
of horse he had growing up. He said,

"Just a horse. My horse", with such a tenderness it
rubbed the bones in my ribs all wrong.

I have always been too sensitive, a weeper
from a long line of weepers.

I am the hurting kind. I keep searching for proof.</i>