I enjoyed this poetry collection, particularly the first parts that deal with Holland-Batt’s father’s Parkinson’s diagnosis, helplessly witnessing the progression of the disease and her subsequent grief. The poems are raw and beautiful, capturing so many aspects of that experience - I’m forever searching for well-articulated accounts of grief, and many of the poems resonated.

The latter parts of the collection were enjoyable, too, but as the poems dealt more with her own life and relationships, it felt like a slightly separate collection thematically and I just wasn’t as taken by them. Reading poetry is always deeply personal and subjective (hence I don’t give poetry collections star ratings), so that is very much a reflection of me rather than the poetry itself.