I'm not a poet, nor familiar with poetry, but considering how Rupi's words have become renown around the world, must mean that it pleases some poets and artists as well as connects with people who fall in love and out of love, survived sexual assault/violent relationships, who learn to love themselves. I'm definitely in the latter category. That said, in the beginning, I felt her poems were distinctive and vulnerable in expressing the traumas she experienced. This is probably where I made a general update that this should be required reading in women's studies classics because it deals with the assault she experienced as a young child and teenager, how it affected her, how she recognized her pain. While I wouldn't take back this plea necessarily, the poems began to feel bland, almost like the internet's saturated passages that I've read online before on Pinterest and Tumblr. I don't believe a poet is meant to hit an emotional current of feels every. single. time. My favorite authors don't boggle my mind or tug on my heartstrings with every sentence (so I feel like some of the reviews on here are a little harsh....) About a half a dozen, maybe a few more, poems struck a chord with me. What is evident throughout the book is Rupi capturing an essence of being a woman - someone who endured heartbreak and came out a stronger person who loved herself and recognized sisterhood in other women. Her vulnerability is the real gem here.