Pillow thoughts book 16/30/2023 I like how each section is labeled on what you are feeling right now and what mood you are in when you read it. I received an ARC of this book via Netgalley in exchange of an honest review // Very enjoyable and lyrical read, and I loved it so much! Less becomes plenty and time is a fragment of our short adventure on earth." "We get older and suddenly what we cannot have becomes just what is. "It's okay to close some doors hell, it's even okay to lock them." Some of the poems rhyme, while others are just a lovely paragraph that tells a story. Some of them are long streams of consciousness, and others are a thought. If you are dreaming of someone, if you are in love, if you are heartbroken, if you are lonely, if you are sad, if you are missing someone, if you need encouragement, if you are soul-searching, if you need a reason to stay (suicide prevention), and these are for you. This book was done by sections, and each was lovelier than the last. Wishing for love from afar, holding love tightly from up close, and all of the kinds in between. Well that book of poetry was quite the lovely read! Which is fitting, because it's all about love. Also, what is with these modern books that are over 20o pages long, but all the poems are less than 4 lines. Simplicity can have a beauty of its own, but I want more than Twitter-style rambles. Poetry is meant to be art in words, yet Peppernell, aside from a few mangled metaphors, never uses her medium in a creative or artful manner. Lots of them encourage wallowing in harmful emotions that don't help you get over anyone, suggest terrible expectations for romance, and are so utterly laden with teenage melodrama that never rises about the basest expressions of hurt feels. They are pretty common feelings when one is young and unwise in love. You've probably had the thoughts that this author had at one point or another. Mindless, self-congratulatory trash that, for a book written about a woman's love for another woman, oddly and unfortunately supports a bunch of disgusting heteronormative bullshit about one true love. The point of moving through all these tomorrows is to get to the one tomorrow that finally does get better.”Įvery time I think I've found the worst poetry book imaginable, I stumble across another that makes me rethink my "don't trash books" philosophy. You may have many tomorrows and nothing changes. Try to treat others with good intentions, Not everyone is going to like you or understand you.Īnd in the times it feels like you are on trial, “You can make all the effort in the world and yet someone will still tell you it’s not good enough.īut this isn’t about them, it’s about you. You are not merely made of stardust you are the comet streaking through the sky on the way to do good and bright things.” They make you strong, brave and beautiful. These feelings do not make you weak or clingy or overly emotional. Do not let anybody denounce them just because they do not feel the same way. Most of the poems in this book are kinda meh but there are some that I really like. Still, many thanks to the blog tour organizer for providing a review copy. However, as evidenced by my star rating, I most certainly did not enjoy reading it, and as such, I decided to forfeit my spot in the tour. * Read the full, detailed rant in my natural habitat! (Seriously, read it.)įull disclosure: I was supposed to participate in a promotional blog tour for this book, which is why I received a copy of it. Perhaps the only remotely positive thing I can say is that I am incredibly blessed to have received only a digital copy of this book otherwise, had I been given a physical copy, I would have grieved for the trees that died and ultimately lost my shit altogether. To summarize everything, Pillow Thoughts is a portfolio of generic content framed using totally obsolete structures. However, there are much more important things for me to accomplish than to waste so many words on a book that shouldn’t even warrant any positive attention. Truth be told, I can probably go on and on about how mediocre and embarrassing this literary monstrosity is because God knows I never thought I’d ever find a poetry book that I would end up loathing more than the collections written by Lang Leav.
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