Heidi Macdonald’s Reviews > When My Brother Was an Aztec > Status Update

I almost completed a review of Natalie's book, then it disappeared. I take this book wherever I go, in case there's a chance to read more. I can only digest a couple poems at a time. I revel in her poems about addiction, like "a knife making love to a wound" they penetrate and describe my addict filled life--the pain of watching the people you love cave in on themselves. She is masterful. I am relishing this book.