There is nothing in common in my own life to that of the daughter in this book. Yet Warsan Shire manage to put together sentences and verses that stab me deeply and remind me of my own story.

I'm not really big on poetry, despite repeat attempts. This book is the closest thing I've had to loving it. I read it all in one sitting, at the edge of my seat, waiting for the next page.

My only real complaint, is that there was a small dictionary in the back to explain what certain foreign words meant. I understood a lot of it from context alone, but I think it would have been more impactful had I known some of those translations before reading the book.