I am not someone who is overly sentimental, but if you want to feel something significant then even I have to highly recommend Rupi Kaur's milk and honey.

Reading this collection of poetry was like walking through a dream. Kaur's prose is impeccable. Her collection is presented in four chapters: 'the hurting,' 'the loving,' 'the breaking,' and 'the healing.' She starts by recounting the love and tragedy of her earliest years, which she then uses to help dissect her actions and feelings in the present. Except this description is pretty straight forward, and Kaur's meandering journey should not be mischaracterized as simple. It is anything but.

I think what I love most about this collection is that even though the milk spoils and the honey spills, Kaur still seeks an understanding of 'why' that is rooted in compassion over malignant retribution. So all and all, even if poetry isn't your jam, you still may very well still enjoy the powerhouse that is milk and honey.