Some poems in this collection were really good, some were boring. I liked the division of the poems into categories/chapters.

Books, too precious to keep,
too tough to destroy, too
dangerous to trust, too
charged with truth, too
silent in face of violence, too
volatile for the screen, books
are thoughts in transit, they gather
as they go more and more rolling beauty.
Who knows who shall know?
Whom will the finger touch?

- Tessa Ransford