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A review by acox9416
The Hurting Kind by Ada Limón
5.0
"You can't sum it up, my mother says as we are driving,
and the electronic voice says, Turn left onto Wildwood Canyon Road,
so I turn left, happy for the instructions.
Tell me where to go. Tell me how to get there.
She means a life, of course. You cannot sum it up."
I want to write a review of this, but how do you write a review about poetry? About something that tears you open. And that is so deeply personal. I have read this collection by Ada Limón 3 times in the past month, and each time I found myself using so many book darts and underlining so many lines that I finally just gave up. Then the last time, I listened to it and sat so long in my car in the driveway that my husband came outside to make sure I was still alive.
Limón beautifully weaves together themes of grief, the natural world and our place in it, family, connectedness and isolation, witnessing and being witnessed.
Every single poem in this collection is magnificent.
From Joint Custody
"And so I have
two brains now. Two entirely different brains.
The one that always misses where I'm not,
and the one that is so relieved to finally be home."
One of the best things I have ever read. Read it.
and the electronic voice says, Turn left onto Wildwood Canyon Road,
so I turn left, happy for the instructions.
Tell me where to go. Tell me how to get there.
She means a life, of course. You cannot sum it up."
I want to write a review of this, but how do you write a review about poetry? About something that tears you open. And that is so deeply personal. I have read this collection by Ada Limón 3 times in the past month, and each time I found myself using so many book darts and underlining so many lines that I finally just gave up. Then the last time, I listened to it and sat so long in my car in the driveway that my husband came outside to make sure I was still alive.
Limón beautifully weaves together themes of grief, the natural world and our place in it, family, connectedness and isolation, witnessing and being witnessed.
Every single poem in this collection is magnificent.
From Joint Custody
"And so I have
two brains now. Two entirely different brains.
The one that always misses where I'm not,
and the one that is so relieved to finally be home."
One of the best things I have ever read. Read it.