It's *Not* The End Of The World As We Know It

When The World Didn't End by Caroline Kaufman

Apparently, I have had this one for a while, but didn't realize it. I was going to read something else tonight, but I accidentally spilled Coca Cola everywhere, and my book was a casualty. Oops. This was one of the books I grabbed off of the stack on the bookcase in my living room, and being poetry, it was a quick read.

I am torn on this one. Some of the poems I related to--ones dealing with relationships and being pressured by boys to have sex (I was a teen once). The ones about harming herself and contemplating suicide, not so much. Even the poems at the end, that were supposed to be sort of triumphant, weren't that triumphant.

I didn't hate it, and may even buy her other book of poetry, if I haven't already.