I really like r.h. sin but this was just no good. This collection was weak poetry and novice at best. It was the same rendition of the same four poems on repeat. I made it 400 pages before asking myself if it was really worth and half hour of my life. I really wanted to like this. Fuck. At first I thought these were poems from before sin harnessed his craft, but after checking the publication date I was wrong.
This has put me off his work. I think the over saturation of such a small topical scope is the issue. As for the prideful bragging poems, those were fine for whiskey, for here it makes him sound like a douche - and only because only 2 poems hit their mark.
Better luck next time.