I would like to begin this by saying that Andrea Gibson is nothing like Rupi Kaur so to compare the two in the synopsis is quite simply doing injustice to the former.

Andrea Gibson's word has always been something I carried with me. Tucked in my wallet. Between the pages of a notebook. As drafts on my phone. Their words are always there. Always comforting.

So to give this such a low rating was just sad. So much cringe worthy moments and eye rolls while reading this that at it times it was hard to believe it was all the same poet. Some pages I enjoyed and some lines were some of their most known ones and the illustrations added a nice touch but over all it was disappointing.

I really thought I was going to like this collecting of poetry but unfortunately did not. Not to say out wasn't well written or was bad, I just was not a fan of the layout and the distinctions between poetry and illustrations. Even though I didn't enjoy it I do feel others that have the same sense of style will like it very much.