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But Ice Cream Melts

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I LOVED THIS BOOK !
It is very true to life and that's why I like it.

Even children will like this book !

Visual image fiends, shop no further. The moments, feelings and images found in Rammairone's first book remind one of what it is like to be alive.
I enjoyed reading these poems because they brought on a brainstorm of my own creativity. I shared many of them with people around me--in fact, I told quite a few people about this book and passed my copy around when it arrived in the mail. While many people were groaning and mumbling about wanting to do something creative someday, Nerina Rammairone was quietly being creative, and in the process, found herself with a book.

Accessible yet devoid of all cliches, these poems never fail to fascinate. Rammairone has a way of drawing the reader into her quiet-yet powerful-world of minute observation. Hers is a voice of ominous fury lurking under a surface of calm. And hence, the voice for anyone unwilling to speak as bravely. These poems are cathartic, and mesmerizing.

The crunch of lonely footsteps in the snow, the clang of subway doors, watching crowds go by and wishing for a new lipstick- these details of life, that usually falls through the cracks, is what the author chooses to illuminate. And it is usually these moments that are the most heartbreaking. Rammairone finds inspiration in everything from hackysac playing boys who wear Bob Dylan t-shirts to a frozen quiet moment in time.

This is an impressive debut by an extraordinary poet.

Reading 'But Ice Cream Melts' is kind of like listening to Jeff Buckley's 'Grace' for the first time. (The author actually cites the late singer in this, her debut collection of poetry.) You feel as if someone has written down what you feel every day but are afraid to admit to yourself, let alone share with friends. One would call this work "frighteningly raw" and "nakedly honest," if it wasn't a cliche to do so.

These poems are like lost song lyrics from the best album Liz Phair never made. They're for people who never really wanted to grow up. For people who still find joy in the unexepcted arrival of the ice cream truck.

An astounding debut from a beautiful, undiscovered talent.