Poetry is a genre of writing that is intensely personal. The subject matter is often something that is coming from the depths of the author’s being and I respect that, the strength that it takes to bring those feelings and thoughts to the surface and translate them to the page.
That being said, not every volume of poetry is going to conveyed in a manner that is palatable to every reader. I Danced With Sorrow is once such book that I failed to connect with early and hard.
Published: 18 September 2016
I Danced with Sorrow is a collection of short verse poetry detailing the journey of one girl as she struggles to come to terms with what she has endured. It is split into five sections. Each is centred on a different aspect of her life, tackling various topics such as heartbreak, abuse, and finding liberation through creativity. Some of the main themes included are, love, life, death, hope, loss, and the rebuilding of self.
I Danced with Sorrow encourages the reader to explore the darker aspects of life, and reminds them that even after the chaos, there is still light.
Rating: DNF @ 42%
TW (from the author): abuse, death, low self-esteem, body negativity, sexual imagery, poor mental health.
The stylistic choices through formatting felt familiar, which was something because it initially gave me some hope that I’d be able to get into the text.
The beginning poems felt a bit abrupt, though as things progressed they fleshed out more so I don’t hold that against the book. The objects chosen as metaphors by and large seemed particularly random & confused the heck out of me (see above quote). The first third of the book was particularly heavy with them, making it especially difficult to find the wherewithal to continue reading.
While reading, I had the impression that the author was trying to tell me one thing, but was doing it in such a way, an attempt at such an elevated manner of speaking, that whatever message was meant to an conveyed was lost.
I tried to continue reading, but the further I got the worse/weirder the writing & metaphors got until it was practically unreadable. At 42% I realized that the combination of the above problems made for such an unenjoyable experience that I dreaded picking this book up, plus I couldn’t understand it well enough to even want to go back and try again. It was just too painful and I decided to write this one off as not for me.
I received a copy of this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. Quotes included are from an advanced reader copy and may not reflect the finalized copy.
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