I started this book in July 2024, read about half of it, and set it down until January 2025. I can’t remember whether or not the first half resonated, but I did fold quite a few corners so it had to have at least a little bit. The second half was boring to say the least. Overall, it wasn’t poetry. I mean, I guess it is in its own way, but a lot of it were one liners that read as simple sentences or “poems” in the forms of letters that just read like a nonfiction narrative. The author seems to write into the void, towards a “woman” reader. Not all of them landed for me, sometimes feeling out of place because who IS he talking to?