After reading Milk and Honey and The Sun and Her Flowers by Rupi Kaur, I was hungry for more poetry. To me, poetry is the perfect balance between keeping up with my reading and not putting myself under unnecessary pressure. This year, I set my reading goal for 50 books, and though I’m unsure as to whether or not I’ll actually accomplish that goal, I also told myself not to read because I have to. Does that make sense, or is that just me?
Anyway, I’ve been meaning to read Love Her Wild ever since I saw it in the bookstore a few months ago. Something about the cover just instantly drew me in, and though it’s horrible to say I judged a book by its cover, I also judged it by its title.
Love. Her. Wild. What does that even mean? I thought ‘wild’ was an adjective, as in, love her wildly.
It became obvious that that is not what Atticus meant when he said ‘love her wild.’
What makes this book so beautiful is because it highlights loving the wild side of a person. We should love more than just a person’s kindness or humour or intelligence. We should even love more than their faults. We should love another person’s wild.
And I think that’s powerful.
My favourite lines from this book were these:
“Some write for fun
because if they didn’t
and burst from the seams
of their souls.
are safer down
The only reason this book isn’t getting a full 5/5 rating is because although the language was beautiful, I felt like there wasn’t enough said? It’s really difficult to judge poetry, but I didn’t feel enough from this. I was almost there, but not quite.
Still, I loved it. I’m still learning the difference between good poetry and bad poetry (because it’s so subjective), but I’ll get there eventually. Or, perhaps, I’ll just learn what style of poetry I vibe with the most.
Have a lovely weekend!