After finishing Red Queen last night, I decided to switch things up and try out this little poetry book called milk and honey. Yes, it's lowercase. I'm not sure there's a capital letter in the entire book.
Kaur's poems are startlingly powerful and many times a bit of a gut-punch. Quite a few of them are short, three-liners and others are pages long. Each describes some aspect of abuse, femininity, loss, family, and self-confidence.
While I really enjoyed a lot of the poems and felt moved by them, others were less successful. As a super happily married lady, I can't relate well to thoughts like 'you don't need a man to make you happy' or 'men are just visitors in your life' and that sort of thing. I've built a life and love with a man, so some of the poems felt a bit like man-bashing. Sure, there are jerks in the world, but there are also really lovely people in the world, too.
I'm glad to have taken the time (seriously like an hour or two) to walk down Rupi's life and experience some of her failures and successes. She has a unique point of view that I don't entirely agree with but there's certainly a good amount of overlap. A startlingly well-done book of poetry and maybe the only one I've bothered to read in at least a decade.
Next up, I'm trying to get back to the Remnant Chronicles with The Heart of Betrayal. Fingers crossed!