I say this as an Amanda Lovelace fan, but this book has absolutely nothing to offer. I loved her previous work, but none of these poems are particularly meaningful or memorable. The whole collection takes less than 30 minutes to read because there's nothing of substance in it. I am in no way a poetry snob, but most of these aren't even poems. They're just stating things with no use of figurative language or a single poetic device. Based on the author's note, this is clearly a burnout collection, and that's okay, but as a reader you will likely be disappointed by it. If this is your first Amanda Lovelace book, I strongly recommend looking at her older work before passing judgment on her as a writer.