I read Rupi Kaur’s Milk and Honey, last day. I decided to finish it in a go and so I did.
I’ve always been scared to review books for I tend to forget the intricate details which ‘must be noticed and talked about’. My opinions are very erratic, not useful enough. Maybe I don’t read books the right way, because I tend to forget a lot. I refrain from underlining sentences (my heart doesn’t allow me to) I find valuable only to forget about them later on. I just remember the impression the book makes, the emotions it makes me feel. And when someone asks me about a book I’ve read, I tell them how it made me feel. Was it a good book? Probably. How did it make me feel? Like I was in a place, reality has never allowed me to venture in. Safe to say, being a Literature student hasn’t helped me to study and analyse a book the way my question paper demands – picking up the issues, talking about it, the details, the facts, the characters, the settings, etc.
Coming back to Rupi Kaur’s poetry, I came across it on Instagram first and although the poet is despised by many (trust me, I know), due to her ‘pop-poetry’ method, it made me feel something as a reader. Art should stir you from the inside, doesn’t matter the right method or the wrong one, and this book, at one point, did that to me. Like something was buried inside of me, and her poetry made it surface. She doesn’t string a lot of words, just a few words and fewer lines – but does she manage well to convey the message in a few lines? Hell yes. Her book of poetry, Milk and Honey is divided into four sections – The Hurting, The Loving, The Breaking and The Healing. The poems carry certain meanings, issues of love, loss, trauma, abuse, healing, and femininity. About the mothers, the daughters, the heartbroken lovers, the abused, the abusers, the lovers who got lucky, the poet herself being a person of brown skin and a Kaur, poems with issues which, if you somehow find relatable, will speak to the darkest corners of your heart. The Healing, I liked the best, as I could relate to it the most. It reminded me of a dark time and how I overcame it, how much strength and courage it takes and how capable one is of healing themselves. The book, along with its poems, contains illustrations which are absolutely beautiful. The book pirouettes you through a graceful (at times, chaotic) journey of reading poetry.
At times, though, it seems as if the poet has tried hard to be relatable, I guess? Or just tried to touch the issue just for the sake of it for certain poems did, I agree, make me cringe and made me question, ‘why?’ but apart from that, I quite liked it.
All said, I’ve tried not to review the book for its literary genius or for the lack of the same but as a general reader, who enjoys… reading. Hate to say this, but do share this post with someone who might care and resonate with it (or not).