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andreablythe's review against another edition
5.0
Marissa Crawford presents a collection of prose poems deeply imbued with adolescent girlhood. There's a the same sense mixed of delight and unease and wonder when reading the women of Marissa's poetry, as there would be in encountering a ghost for the first time. Pop culture slips into the poetry as easily as references to Emily Dickenson, who is really a pop culture princess and awkward adolescent herself.
I was continually surprised reading through these poems, first picking them at random, and then starting from the beginning and reading through to the end. The poetry here incorporates simple sentences piled on top of one another into a complex web, which shows how nothing ever goes away, but continues to haunt us. I really, really love this book, and love that I own it and can return to it again and again.
As a final note, I should point out that I am potentially biased here, because I know Marissa personally. We used to work together. Though I'm not prone to raving about something just because my friend did it, I'm mentioning it nevertheless. So, if you don't trust my opinion, you can always read this review over at the Examiner.com - San Francisco.
I was continually surprised reading through these poems, first picking them at random, and then starting from the beginning and reading through to the end. The poetry here incorporates simple sentences piled on top of one another into a complex web, which shows how nothing ever goes away, but continues to haunt us. I really, really love this book, and love that I own it and can return to it again and again.
As a final note, I should point out that I am potentially biased here, because I know Marissa personally. We used to work together. Though I'm not prone to raving about something just because my friend did it, I'm mentioning it nevertheless. So, if you don't trust my opinion, you can always read this review over at the Examiner.com - San Francisco.
serpent's review against another edition
3.0
Re-read this snowy weekend. Poems of 90s suburban girlhood infused with the chemical sweetness and lingering danger of what it meant/means to be a girl. What, in this time in American culture, were the infiltrating influences on budding gender and what does it means to refuse, invoke, and play with those influences? The defined characters who voices ring like a chorus to a catchy pop-song throughout the poems serve as heartfelt guides through their attempts to desperately collapse a stifling suburban setting and bring to light the nefarious shadows in the corners of bedrooms and attics.
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