I have such mixed feelings about this book. I'm giving it five stars, because it has moments of undeniable brilliance, sparks of raw human connection. That's fundamentally why I read poetry. Sure, wordplay is fun, but I want to connect with another person – or some unexamined or forgotten part of myself. This book delivers that, especially at the beginning, and then some at the end too.
However, I feel it loses its way in the middle, descends into gimmickry and banality – again, in my opinion. Poetry is subjective. I'm not arguing the middle is "bad;" it just didn't resonate with me and the visual whimsy felt overdone, as if the author wanted to distract from the relative anemia of the words. That's in stark contrast to the first 20 pages that kind of knocked me back in my chair, "Here is a voice that commands attention!"
Anyway, it's great and worth reading. It's also quite different from most overwrought poetry. I look forward to reading the author's other book(s) and her continued artistic growth.