A review by shadowprancer
The Death Notebooks, by Anne Sexton

2.0

I read a lot of poetry, but I feel that this collection of Sexton's poems were some of her weakest. Her phrases and word choices were jarring. Maybe they were intentional, but they took me out of her poems and made them a chore to read. I feel she was trying too hard and that often happens when someone writes severely depressed. Only when someone reflects back on depression after they crawl out of that hole, can they truly write objectively about it.