This is that kind of a collection of poetry which will leave the readers either too underwhelmed or too overwhelmed. From what I have heard from people, this collection either became one of their absolute favourites or they were just gravely disappointed.
It is Divided into 4 parts, namely: the hurting, the loving, the breaking and the healing.
Trigger warning: rape and sexual abuse.
There is not much that I can really say to give an idea about this book so I am just going to talk about how I felt about it.
I bought this book after hearing rave reviews about it in all the bookish communities everywhere. The day it was delivered I went to a café near my college and finished it in one sitting, no kidding, it does not take long. The writing is nothing fancy though, so if you are looking for a literary masterpiece that you can break down and analyze, I do not think this book is it. But I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so special amongst many other things. This collection of modern poetry that doesn’t take a lot from you while reading, you don’t have to mentally prepare yourself to read some heavy poetry kind of thing, it is easy to absorb. There no going out of your way to understand and relate to it, it just happens effortlessly.
And it is not like I rushed through, I took my time absorbing every word, every line and allowing myself to feel whatever it was making me feel. There were parts of it that I felt connected to so much that I just had to close the book for a few sections and take in the reality of it. There were times when I had tears in my eyes, times when I actually felt lonely while reading, maybe it was like the reading was getting me to feel more than I signed up for.
Towards the end of reading this, I felt like I personally knew the poetess. Rupi just put everything possible out there and it was so beautifully done! Needless to say, it obviously became one of my favourites.
This book is Raw and real.
I think it is better to start off with a little bit of a background here, of myself and that time when I read twilight and was clearly obsessed with it, anyone who knew me back in school knows that. I wasn’t subtle about it and wasn’t ashamed of it either.
I am a 21 year old girl in the third year of University. After all the literature I have read (not much, there is so much more, but I try), and all the people I have interacted with , readers and otherwise, and cleaning my bookshelf a while ago and finding the entire twilight saga has resulted into me typing out my thoughts about this particular series.
I read this entire series back in 9th grade and was pretty obsessed with it for a while; I would read in class, I would read it instead of focusing on homework and also replaced reading with socialising. Twilight is the first series I ever read and so it plays an important role in my reading journey. I mean I use to read before that but this series just put me on reading spree, something I realized was I could do and was capable of binge reading.
I am aware that twilight gets a lot of hate, on social media and otherwise, even in college there was a time when an entire class was spent criticising this series, and some of it I get. I understand and see the point of view of others and why they dislike it so much. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I can wrap my head around that. I am also aware of my own opinions here today more than I would’ve been when I was 14.
If I read twilight today I know that I would end up not liking it and would have a lot to say about it. When I think back at the time I was obsessed with it, I know today that some aspect of it I wouldn’t understand and would question myself. But I choose to not do that, I choose to not join in in those discussions that hate on twilight because it doesn’t settle well with me. I know this would probably not make sense to most people but I do not want to be disrespectful towards something that was comforting to me and had a positive impact on my life back then. No matter what I would think of it today, I do not want to hate on it just because I’d like to think of myself as a mature someone today and look down on that person who loved twilight and dismiss that as being immature. I can’t. It was something that was an escape from reality for me and 9th grade wasn’t all that easy, and twilight made it somewhat bearable.
Maybe it doesn’t have to be this way and I can just hate on it because everyone is but I don’t want to. Back then I had barely read anything; I wasn’t that much of a voracious reader that I am today, so I am thankful that I found twilight and it got me into the world of reading. Needless of my opinions today, I can’t bring myself to hate on it.