Ferrin's Reviews > Crush

I'd seen this book quoted all over, and I really looked forward to reading it because of those quotes, which I quite liked, but those few that I'd read before even opening the book were almost the only quotes I liked after completing it.

I liked the first poems the most, but I'm not sure whether it's because I did like them or because I was still optimistic about the book. After a few poems you notice the repetition pretty early on. I figured it was a reoccurring theme type thing, which I usually grow fond of, but it kind of felt like saying the same thing over and over. After the first few poems it lost me until the second to last poem which I liked in a weird-dream-sequence kind of way, but even that dragged on just a little too long.

The poems just sort of beat you over the head with the same imagery... and it isn't that I am adverse to imagery of blood, bones, death, gravel rocks and roads, bruises and ruin, etc. They were used so often, though, and I think any edge that initially came from them was lost when they became familiar from repetition.

But a lot of people really really love the book. I guess for the most part I'm realizing that I maybe grew out of it before I had the chance to read it.