I understand that it's her story and I wanted to enjoy it as a feminist... But it read like a 14 year old girls journal after her first poetry class. I cringed at each word. So clunky and contrived. I truly read each poem wincing at the thought that this was supposed to be unique.. hoping that the next poem would be better, but better never came. If that werent enough even the stanzas were off putting. I understand now why it was self published. No publisher would pick up a book so... uninspired to say the least. I've never read poetry I respected less