Amazingly, I did not hate this as much as I hated the witch doesn't burn in this one. In fact, and perhaps even more amazingly, I did not hate this collection at all.

However, for her sixth published poetry collection, Amanda Lovelace shows very little growth as a poet and as a writer. Much like her previous books, her pieces tend to get annoyingly repetitive to the point that it sort of feels like she's plagiarizing herself (but she isn't, I guess). Her poems remain contrived and insubstantial. The way she explores themes, such as body image issues, mental health, and (white) feminism, is still really surface-level.

In addition to these shortcomings, I can't help but notice the astonishing lack of metaphors in Break Your Glass Slippers, which is really odd for a collection that's a loose reimagining of Cinderella. I expected a lot more creative parallels and metaphors, but instead, I was given really bland, really preachy poems. The "fairy godmother says" pieces were, in my opinion, the worst because, aside from coming across as incredibly preachy, they also seemed inorganic and forced.

I think that, in comparison to her previous works, Break Your Glass Slippers isn't Amanda Lovelace's worst. However, this small poetry book isn't memorable at all. For the most part, I felt utterly bored and unimpressed.

This one isn't for me, and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone either.

* I received a digital ARC of this book (via NetGalley) from its publisher in exchange for an honest review.