Disclaimer: I was sent a free advanced copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.
Rating: 4.5 stars
“I can’t seem to recall agreeing to be a causality of these manmade disasters.” -cyclone
Let me make two things abundantly clear: I love poetry, and I love women believing in self-love. Feminist texts often (though of course, not always) touch either my heart or my logic and I am entirely unashamed to say that I enjoy reading them. Poetry about being a strong woman needs it own special category of amazing.
That being said, I had high hopes for this book. And in all honesty, the first section of the book, “The Trial” didn’t interest me very much. But starting with the second section, I fell in love. Lovelace writes about everything and anything, and I love that she doesn’t care if she makes her readers uncomfortable. I almost felt that she actually strives to make them uncomfortable, because the dishonors and wrongdoings that we receive from the world and from ourselves aren’t pretty and comforting. It’s real and ugly. Her words bring light to things I’ve found few published authors to touch on.
Lovelace continues to write powerful, moving poetry that speaks for women in an extremely unique voice. She’s a voice to be recognized and I hope that her success in the world of beautifully structured words of art continues.