I have liked Lovelace's previous works, but I really didn't enjoy this one. It lacked identity; it seemed like it was supposed to be based off Persephone and juxtapose healthy and unhealthy relationships, but it didn't end up very strong. Her Girls Are Some Kind of Magic series had concrete stories and her Things That Haunt series was deeply personal, but this one felt so flimsy. The poems also felt weaker. Many have complained about their cliched lines before, and it didn't bother me until this collection because it's usually surrounded by more poetic language. This collection just didn't do it for me.