Three and a half stars, which (looking back) is exactly what I gave Milk and Honey when I read it. I like these poems; some of them I like a lot. With a small handful of exceptions, though, I don't think I love them. I am interested by them. I enjoy the concision. Many of these poems are only a handful of lines long. Occasionally there are poems that are only a single line long. That takes guts - there's so little room to hide in prose that is so sparse. And it's spare, too, as well. There's a lot of imagery, but the words themselves tend to the very simple. There's not a lot of flowery prose here, and I don't say that as judgement. Sometimes I want to read very simple, elegant prose, and sometimes I want to read words that are denser and more tangled; I shouldn't have to pick between the two. 

Kaur's parents were immigrants, and I think the poems that I tended to like best here were the ones that explored their life, and the sacrifices they made to give their kids a better life than they had. It can't have been easy, and the poems that acknowledge the difficulties and the loss and the compromises involved in raising children in a strange land are particularly strong.