PSA: This “review” isn’t going to do this book justice.
The friend who recommended Milk and Honey to me (who’s review of it you can read here) and I sat around one night discussing how we weren’t sure how to talk about Rupi Kaur’s poetry on our blogs. We both knew we wanted to review it – we just didn’t know how, because anything we wrote about it wouldn’t be written the way we wanted it to be.
A fun fact to start this post off with: I was going to call this a ‘review’, and then realised it was less of a review and more of a gush. A “holy fuck this book has explained what it’s like to be a teenage girl so well how did it do that” induced gush. So prepare yourselves.