This was one of those Poetry collections for me where there are beautiful hits, and flat misses. The poems about love and the beauty of loving another person were ethereal and gorgeous, and I thoroughly enjoyed how she described love. However, other poems just fell flat for me, particularly the poems about breakups and the ones that seemingly had no theme at all, and didn’t fit in with the rest of the collection but seemed slotted in as an afterthought. 

I will be reading more of Lang Leav’s work, I think she does have a beautiful vision at times, but I would like to see work that is more edited and refined, as it was the few sparkling stars that have made me want to read more.