I was initially drawn to Koo's debut book of poetry because of our similar ethnicity and background: we are both (to steal from one of his titles) "Korean American Figure[s] in the Midwest." There aren't many published writers out there who share this bond with me. We both grew up feeling slightly out of wack in a world of blonde and blue-eyed neighbors, cornfields and cows, and malls of America. I could feel that shared sense of isolation in many of his poems, but soon realized that Koo's poetry strikes a cord on a much broader level. One does not have to be Asian American, or even a minority, to fully embrace this book. To anyone who has loved and lost, who has felt alone and longed for something more, or who has both laughed and cursed at the world: this book is for you. Koo's words are powerful, honest, and clever. They evoke a variety of emotions that sometimes "compete" with each other in a single poem (that's a good thing). In "Casey Blake and Time," you feel Koo's disappointment and satisfaction, sorrow and pleasure, and confidence and insecurity: "Even in complete happiness there is a chip. / Even in the hottest streak the seeds of a slump." I love how Koo uses baseball and pop culture to depict the themes of his book. "How to Watch Your Team Lose Game Seven of the World Series" ends with one of my favorite lines: "And then this, to see your team up by a run with two outs to go, / To get a glimpse of another life, and to sit there powerless as this life / Is slowly siphoned away from you and replaced with the one / You already have, the one your whole life has been preparing you for." Bravo.