I think I cringed away from how honest and genuine this book is. I think if I get older and less angry maybe I could come back to it and meet it on its own level. As it is, I felt uncomfortable with how much love and forgiveness this book has for everyone. I felt embarrassed when the author wrote poems about animorphs or batman, even though I have also written poems about batman. The difference is I'm not brave enough to publish them, and I'm not brave enough to openly offer forgiveness to those I feel hurt by. There is an audience for this book, but it isn't me, and I'm kind of ashamed of that. On a technical level, it dragged a bit, and some of the poems felt repetitive, especially by the end, but there were also some real stand outs. Huge fan of "to Jesus Christ" on page 69 especially.