I have heard many good things about Rupi Kaur. So, blindly, I decided to dive into one of her books. I picked this one for no particular reason other than I could remember the title better than Milk and Honey.
Loved it. I now see why most of the female population has only good things to say about this author.
The writing was emotional and raw. All written in poetry, but able to convey the same feelings as a novel. There were some deep subjects in here I wasn't expecting to read about (for example, centuries old female infanticide issues in India) but somehow those shocking aspects of this story gave it layers, depth that only added to the overall thought-provoking piece of writing that it is.
Another great thing about this book: It's super short. I've been needing to whizz quickly through a book to get out of my reading slump recently, and this little book was just what I needed.
My favourite part? Probably when Kaur attacks the moneymaking beauty industry that survives by making every girl ever believe that she is not enough. We are enough, and the poetry reinforces that beautifully.
I don't want to give this book back to the library.