I enjoyed the pace of the poems and the difference in styles, from prose-like to lyrical. On an emotional level I can't say I connected very well with the poetry, but I suppose each person has their own timing and availability for poetry.

I liked some of the poems and reflections, but not what I expected, I think at this point I enjoy listening to poems than reading them.

Dreamlike, surreal poetry that just wasn't the right fit for me. I'm sure the crazy logic and image parings would spark some interesting unconscious connections for some readers, but I just found it all a bit tedious. Not the right book for me right now.

My Daily Actions, or the Meteorites is a poetry collection about the struggle towards a sense of self that feels genuine. As a collection of prose poems, it stands out for its almost stream-of-consciousness approach which often gifts the reader with memorable lines.

As a whole, my experience with this collection was positive. I often found myself entranced by the language use. Personally, though, it wasn’t quite what I look for in a poetry collection.

Due to its stream-of-consciousness writing style, I struggled to find meaning in the poems. I don’t always find it necessary to understand or “get” what a poem is trying to say, but my frustration lay in how I felt like I could almost grasp meaning, but it slipped through my fingers.

Still. The writing was beautiful. I often found myself feeling like the words were a caress against my skin. They felt intimate, like someone was whispering each poem in my ear. It was lovely.

My favorite thing about this collection, I guess, is its exploration of gender. The poems seem full of an ever-present struggle to not only understand but also embrace gender identity. It’s stuck in my head how the author talks about this process feeling almost infantilizing. It makes me think of how often we’re expected to have our identity, especially if it’s a queer identity, figured out from a young age. For some, that it is the case, but not for all. So, although I don’t feel quite the same, I understand feeling like you’re sort of rendered child-like when you’re exploring your identity and sense of self.

Ultimately, although I enjoyed reading this collection, I don’t see it sticking with me for long. It was beautiful, but it just wasn’t the kind of writing that hooks itself onto me and refuses to let go.

I wasn't a fan. I think it just wasn't something that resonated with me, I couldn't get myself into this collection.

Good length, great cover and title. I would have picked up if I saw it on the shelves, perhaps a little too pricy though. Fells a little rambly, like the narrator is just writing up every random iPhone note she has. It takes a long time for the theme to become somewhat clear.

This collection takes the reader through author's "daily actions" but in fact it is a compressed pile of Synesthesia, full of emotions, traces of pain, brooding, and exploring. I like the style, the very keen perspective, the Synesthesia, the combination of colours and senses, the ability of creating a kind of kingdom that is colourful, painful and in the meanwhile, meaningful for readers. However, sometimes there is a feeling of too vague, and less structured collection, at least a bit of explanation would be nice.

My Daily Actions, or The Meteorites was not exactly my cup of tea. I did enjoy the descriptive ingenuity the author embraced. Simple day to day interactions came alive in brilliant technicolor.
I do applaud creativity and I'm sure this work of art will have a following.

Thanks to NetGalley, the publisher, and S. Brook Corfman for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.

Corfman’s book is filled with prose poetry, arranged like something between a diary and a story. These poems are intensely personal and, in a way, I felt like a voyuer while reading them. There is an underlying feeling of anxiety, worry over internal and external events. Worry of the current state of the world, wondering how this world might end.

A repeated motif in this collection of poetry is, surprisingly, Sailor Moon. I watched Sailor Moon when I was younger and understood these references, but I feel like if someone who was totally a stranger to anime came across the poems they would be confused by all the references.

All together, this collection feels intimate, like you are close to the poet or are spying on their innermost thoughts. Corfman’s language is lovely and the images they invoke linger off the pages. I felt like everything fit together well and that there was a coherent narrative behind the lines.

I thoroughly enjoyed this collection of poetry and, reading it now, I felt my own anxieties echoed.

Literary work to love. I recommend this book as a consideration of the beauty of language. There is much to appreciate here.

I DNF'ed this one. I guess this book was okay? I can see how personal it was for the author, but I don't think it's for me.

It's sort of hard for me to judge because I was mostly confused reading it. I understood the emotion of it more than what the poems were actually saying and talking about. It was stream of consciousness mostly, but in a jumbled way to me. Perhaps there is someone more suited than me to understand this.

Because it was so personal to the author, I don't really feel comfortable rating this book.

An incredible collection born from a wonderful concept of investigative writing. It's a fascinating reading experience to turn each page and see how the author has created such sincere, dynamic pieces.