Review: Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur

Hello. I want to formally open my blog with something I care about. A lot. And that is reading. And in this specific case, it is reading a piece of poetry. To be honest, I never thought I would say those words. Even though I have practically been an avid reader since the day I was born, I have never been the type to pick up poetry when browsing the local bookstore or library. Why that is, remains a mystery to me. Perhaps I have just been too prejudiced in the past to consider poetry a valid form of literature. But, that is not important today.

Because today I want to share my first experience of poetry with you. And even though it is the first and there probably are more to come, it will probably be the most signifiant for a long time to come. Because this collection of poems is what real beauty looks like. In its purest, rawest and most honest form. Milk and Honey talks about love, abuse, femininity, family and human nature. And it does so with such directness and poignancy, that I almost struggle taking it all in. It is not a long read, if you want it to be, as I read it all in less than an hour. At the same time though, I feel like I will go back to this book many times in the next months, reading passages again and again. And that, to me, is what reading is all about. You never finish a book, so to speak. It leaves you with a piece of itself that takes time to erase, whether you want to or not. And in this case, I want it. So bad.

Poetry is hard to write about. I want to analyse it, but that would make this less of a review and more of a school report. And I hated those. This book deserves respect and love, as that was what it gave to me. I was instantly drawn into this reality where I could almost touch and feel my emotions and memories. Every page spoke to me in a way nothing ever has done before. I felt the hurt, the pain, the hope, and the love. As I closed the book, I kind of wanted to apologise to the author. Because I feel like I know too much now, and even though I feel this is what she wanted, I am still apologetic.

I would urge people of all genders and ages and colours to read this piece of literature immediately. You will not regret it, I know I don’t.