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guedilleopoulet's review against another edition
lol it’s not because you skip lines every three words and put spaces between random words that it’s poetry.
did not like this, DNF.
did not like this, DNF.
inneriara's review against another edition
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
reflective
sad
fast-paced
4.0
jenpaul13's review against another edition
4.0
Beloved stories of our youth might have women believing that there are limited roles that they can inhabit but the collection of poetry within Amanda Lovelace's The Princess Saves Herself In This One demonstrates that isn't always the case.
To read this, and other book reviews, visit my website: http://makinggoodstories.wordpress.com/.
Not every story has a happy ending nor does someone need to be saved by someone else, which is highlighted through the poems within the sections of princess, damsel, queen, and you. The first three sections work through the author's varied experiences in and with life throughout all its various stages of maturation and development, while the last section is aimed toward the reader of the collection as a more all-encompassing you with advice on being a woman and more generally a human.
The text was powerfully refined to the most essential parts and filled with emotion, even if it was on the exceedingly personal side and made me a bit uncomfortable with the level of detail that was provided. While I'm not someone who studied poetry as extensively as prose, I can recognize that there will be readers who don't necessarily view this as poetry but instead minimalist prose that has been visually spaced out to have the appearance of poetry; this format makes it easy to quickly consume the small snippets of text, which conveys ideas of import for feminism as it revises a more traditional narrative style. While it doesn't present an abundance of nuanced concepts to deeply further the more serious conversation that the ideas broach, there's a simplicity to the thoughts presented that make it easy to connect with on a primal teenage angst level, which had the inner, younger me remembering and relating to what was shared.
Overall, I'd give it a 3.5 out of 5 stars.
To read this, and other book reviews, visit my website: http://makinggoodstories.wordpress.com/.
Not every story has a happy ending nor does someone need to be saved by someone else, which is highlighted through the poems within the sections of princess, damsel, queen, and you. The first three sections work through the author's varied experiences in and with life throughout all its various stages of maturation and development, while the last section is aimed toward the reader of the collection as a more all-encompassing you with advice on being a woman and more generally a human.
The text was powerfully refined to the most essential parts and filled with emotion, even if it was on the exceedingly personal side and made me a bit uncomfortable with the level of detail that was provided. While I'm not someone who studied poetry as extensively as prose, I can recognize that there will be readers who don't necessarily view this as poetry but instead minimalist prose that has been visually spaced out to have the appearance of poetry; this format makes it easy to quickly consume the small snippets of text, which conveys ideas of import for feminism as it revises a more traditional narrative style. While it doesn't present an abundance of nuanced concepts to deeply further the more serious conversation that the ideas broach, there's a simplicity to the thoughts presented that make it easy to connect with on a primal teenage angst level, which had the inner, younger me remembering and relating to what was shared.
Overall, I'd give it a 3.5 out of 5 stars.
cupcates's review against another edition
4.0
Repeatedly using the "hitting enter a bunch of times doesn't make it poetry" argument doesn't make you witty; in reality, it just makes it sound like you've completely missed the point of what poetry is supposed to be.
Poetry is supposed to be whatever the author wanted it to. The way they style their words shouldn't have so much weight in reviews or on someone's definition of poetry.
Poetry is supposed to be whatever the author wanted it to. The way they style their words shouldn't have so much weight in reviews or on someone's definition of poetry.
mikmik2's review against another edition
2.0
this didnt
make me feel
anything
maybe i
marked
like three
poems
- i did not like this book
make me feel
anything
maybe i
marked
like three
poems
- i did not like this book
tui_la_dao's review against another edition
1.0
I think the book's concept is generally nice. I really empathize with what the author has gone through. But also, soon enough I realize that these are not poems, at least for me. This book reads like Rupi Kaur's (how they add line breaks to sentences out of nowhere to make a poem) and it was not a good experience. I think what is nice about poem is that you can write a short, and not all grammatically correct sentence, but the readers read and understand what was conveyed, and here you got all nice and grammatically sentences but line breaks are added so illogically that if you follow them, you would not understand what was being written. If this is written in a different format maybe it could have worked. This collection just make me feel like I could take out the nicest sentences in my journal, break them down in several lines and I would have a poem collection of my own too. I searched it up and it seems like there is a genre called "insta poem" and yeah, not for me. An example poem in this book:
i
let myself
know
that my life
doesn't
have to be over
just bcs
theirs are
…
it drives me insane, these sentences.
What are the poems I know:
No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:
Yonnondio! Yonnondio!-unlimn'd they disappear;
To-day gives place, and fades,_the cities, farms, factories fade;
A muffled sonourous sound, a wailing word is borne
through the air for a moment
Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost
(from Walt Whitman's Yonnondio)
If you follow the line breaks of this one, you get what it is trying to say. I wish I could have cited some Vietnamese poems too, we have a great language for this genre, but it is mostly lost in translation. (less)
i
let myself
know
that my life
doesn't
have to be over
just bcs
theirs are
…
it drives me insane, these sentences.
What are the poems I know:
No picture, poem, statement, passing them to the future:
Yonnondio! Yonnondio!-unlimn'd they disappear;
To-day gives place, and fades,_the cities, farms, factories fade;
A muffled sonourous sound, a wailing word is borne
through the air for a moment
Then blank and gone and still, and utterly lost
(from Walt Whitman's Yonnondio)
If you follow the line breaks of this one, you get what it is trying to say. I wish I could have cited some Vietnamese poems too, we have a great language for this genre, but it is mostly lost in translation. (less)