If you pay any sort of attention to feminism these days, it’s pretty hard to escape Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey. It’s all over Instagram, Facebook, Pinterest, Tumblr, Goodreads… you name it, it’s there. Everyone I know that’s read it has rated it five stars. I don’t think there’s another book in existence that can make that claim. I was expecting to be blown away.
And it was good. I listened to it as an audiobook narrated by the author. She puts a lot of emotion into her reading, and some of her poems hit me directly in the heart. To fathers with daughters, in particular, wrenched my heart out of my chest:
every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
I mean… I’m not sure I’ve ever read something that’s resonated with me more than that short passage. There were a lot of poems in this book that made me feel things. In general, I’m not a huge fan of poetry, and I often fail to react to it the way that I’m supposed to. That’s not the case here, where I definitely reacted to what I was hearing.
The only thing that stopped me from giving this book a full five stars is that I just expected… more. Seeing that row of consistent five-star ratings given by people I trust and admire made me think that I would be rendered speechless by the sheer emotion of the book. And I was, for some pages, at least. Others, not so much.
I think Rupi Kaur is most certainly an author to watch, and if you have an interest in feminism, you really can’t go wrong with this short book of poetry.
Final rating: ★★★★☆
#mmdreading: a book recommended by someone with great taste