Mr Postman brought me this a couple of days ago. I had been excited about receiving it for a good while.
And look at what the lovely author wrote in it.
But the question is: did I like it?
And I can tell you, I absolutely loved it. I read it in one go. Front to back, right the way through. That doesn’t happen very often (the last time it did, I think, was Sarah
Salway’s Something Beginning With
), and then I read it again.
has a remarkable talent for making a reader feel something. And she might just be the queen of last lines. There were a number of times when reading her last lines caused me to gasp or (I’ll admit it) nearly cry.
And she’s fearless in what she writes about, and although there are some big themes they never feel sensational. But they do feel honest. And they echo.
I’ll have to go a long, long way to find a poetry collection this good.
(And if you like the sound of Shaindel and her work you might want to keep an eye on this blog. I’ve broken off from typing up her interview questions to write this post…)
And here’s a video of her reading HA – which is almost my favourite in the book.