I rated this book three stars because I have a love/hate relationship with this book. Her shorter poems were bland, and boring, but her longer, personal poems were so insightful and beautiful that I’m so glad I picked up this book.
First, the illustrations in this book are perfection. They really do aide the poem, and give more of a meaning to the poems.
Now when I say I don’t like her poems, I’m am in no way invalidating the situations or emotions that Rupi felt. I just believe that as a story teller, she could have told those stories better.
But as a male, I felt like some of these poems didn’t correspond to me which could be why I didn’t like them as much. She talks a lot about feminism, sisterhood, and empowerment. They are issues that mostly pertain to women, but they didn’t delve into the root of these issues.
Now the parts of the poems that I didn’t enjoy were the longer ones that talk about her mother, and her family’s story of immigrating to another country. They were so interesting and raw that I wish I saw that kind of details in the rest of her poems.
What I liked about the book:
I liked how more personal her poems were in this book. They were not easy issues to talk about, but they were really much appreciated.
What I didn’t like about the book:
It didn’t talk about anything new. Some of these poems felt similar than her last book.
The style of the poems were not favorite either.
What could of made the book better:
More longer poems. Plain and simple.
Will I read more books by this author?
Yes! I’m interested in seeing how Rupi has grown as a poet.