This is a beautiful book to read, and I mean that literally. The cover is beautiful, the paper is beautiful, and I covet the illustrations, dark and insular as they are. A lot of the poems in here I've read before - in The Merino Princess, I think, and while I don't recall its contents exactly there seems to be a lot of overlap. One of Hall's strengths is imagery, and there's some in here that will stay with me for a while: particularly the blue-eyed eel. Those things creep me out.