It is a book that wants to be great, bold, and important, but as the old southern saying goes, “It’s like putting lipstick on a pig.”
I am sad that I did not start this book sooner, but I am also sad that this book it over. I was to enjoy it for the first time over and over again.
When put into the proper hands, this book might be a driving force for our next political giant.
I did like how they addressed gender and sexuality as a spectrum in this book. Nothing is black and white, and we try to put people in boxes because it makes us more comfortable, but it isn’t that easy.
Don’t do it. Pick up If I Was Your Girl by Meredith Russo, Beastly by Brie Spangler, or The Art of Being Normal by Lisa Williamson instead.
I am not sure why this book was in verse. After just reading a book in verse that I loved, I was hoping this would completely change my original opinion of books in verse. It did not; it just reinforced my opinion that books in verse are too short, leave you wanting more, and do a horrible job of expressing voice.
I’m sorry this review rambles and divert itself into a black hole, but I cannot put into word how I feel about this book. I will just say read it. Whoever you are, read it.
From Poseidon’s opening line, “Whaddup, bitches?” I was hooked. Elliott used his gift for words and created distinct voices in poetry in a way many fail to accomplish in prose.
I rarely say this, but I think this book could’ve had about 30-50 more pages, and it still would’ve been a great book.