Another collection of modern poetry where I’m not a hundred percent sure where the actual poetry is.
I don’t say that this book actually bad is. It isn’t. When I started to read it, I even thought these so called poems could raise the feeling inside me that somebody narrated them to me, I could actually hear the low but strong, alto voice of a woman in my head – which isn’t exactly poetry, but is like the next best thing.
With time I got a bit bored while reading, though. There’s structure, there are thoughts (though to me mostly average wording), but I felt like it lacked real substance and depth.
I must say, though, that I love those little otters, or whatever they are! They’re adorable.
All in all, I should say that this collection is very typical modern poetry. If it’s your thing, this book is for you.
I rated the book 3 stars.
I got this book from Andrews McMeel Publishing via NetGalley in exchange for my honest opinion.