Home Body

As a woman in my thirties, I found this book a bit more relatable than her first work. It’s dark, painful, yet empowering. A simple reminder that our mind and body, sometimes disconnected, will eventually fall in love with one another someday. Milk and Honey will always be a favorite of mine, but some pieces in this book make for a close second.

Emphatically not for me, she seems cool though.

poetry :)

Leer a Rupi es como un mimo al alma. A pesar de ser criticada por su poesía, ella sigue escribiendo. Ese espíritu resiliente que tiene, deja huella. Imposible soltar sus libros. Imposible soltarla a ella. Sin embargo, comparto que la imposibilidad de soltarla no radica en su poesía, sino en su vulnerabilidad. Ella suele presentar a una Rupi bastante humana, que se puede apreciar mucho más que la Rupi poeta. Al final de este libro, esa primera Rupi me sorprendió, pero me hubiese gustado llevarme la sorpresa en un momento más temprano de la lectura, cuando todavía tenía una expectativa algo elevada por el contenido de su tercer libro.

Disclaimer: this is not a review.

I search for something else in poetry.

Major trigger warnings for this book. It discusses many issues like rape, sexual assault, depression, suicide, etc. Very good, the author is very well-spoken and when I started this book it was hard to put down. Obviously its poetry, and often I will pull this back out and read a few before I go to bed at night.

Connected to it personally, was happy to read it all in one day :)

This was her best book yet.

I liked it but Its not worth the $25 I paid for it 😐

I think this was the only Rupi Kaur's collection that I was able to finish. I couldn't really get into her earlier works in "honey and milk" and "the sun and her flowers". What I like about this collection is it's about the self and its internal world. I wouldn't say I liked all of them but a good half of them at least. They all capture really well the feelings and struggles of being a woman in a sexist world, being a minority, and feeling blue.

She’s done it again. Absolutely incredible!!

I feel as if I’ve read it all before…

I like some of the words, but the illustrations are particularly delightful.

2.5 Not the biggest fan of this book -- there were some good sections but a lot of it felt very tumblr. Quotes: - Why do i let my mind get under my skin i am so sensitive -my chest collapses into my stomach knowing that i have to get up in the morning and pretend i'm not fading away all over again. - abuse doesn't just happen in romantic relationships abuse can live in friendships too -you lose everything when you don't love yourself and gain everything when you do -what i went through pulled a warrior out of me and it is my greatest honor to be her -sometimes i love you means i want to love you sometimes i love you means I'll stay little while longer sometimes i love you means i'm not sure how to leave sometimes i love you means i have nowhere else to go - if you're waiting for them to make you feel like you're enough you'll be waiting a long time -your partner is supposed to enrich your life not drain it staying when it hurts is not love -i measure my self-worth by how productive I've been but no matter how hard i work i still feel inadequate -isn't the dream that i have a mother to call and a table to eat breakfast at instead i'm lost in the sick need to optimize every hour of my day -i miss knowing i once belonged to a group of people bigger than myself that belonging made life easier to live

After disliking one of the author's other book I decided to give it another try. And yet again my thoughts wouldn't go past the fact that all was so so so basic... I felt I was 13 and spending time reading things on tumblr all over again.

" our minds erase trauma to help us move on but every experience i’ve had is memorized in my flesh even if my mind forgets my body remembers my body is the map of my life my body wears what it’s been through my body signals the alarms when it thinks danger is coming and suddenly the hungry little demons from my past come raging out of my flesh screaming don’t you forget us don’t you ever try to leave us behind again."

This was her best book yet.

Bold, feminist, enriched with lines that read like affirmations. F*CK a coffee table book, put this on your table instead.

I love the message in Rupi Kaur books. The way she writes about trauma, social injustice, racism, feminism, self empowerment, is so important. We tend to ignore ourselves, but self-care is imperative. "there is a conversation happening inside you pay deep attention to what your inner world is saying" It's not so much about poetry, or the traditional structure of poetry, as many criticise , it's about the message that this book sends. "make it a point to love yourself as fiercely as you do other people" I've become a fierce admirer of Rupi Kaur books.

3.5*

I think I read three or four poems in this collection before I decided I was not going to continue. I'm not someone who shies away from heavy topics, but this felt like torture porn, over and over. Sexual abuse, depression, more sexual abuse, relationship abuse... I'm not invalidating the author's feelings or experiences, but at the same time it felt somewhat gratuitous and written for shock value. I'm not familiar with the rest of this author's work, so I can't comment on the quality of this book versus her previous poetry, but I don't think I'll read more from her.

Rupi Kaur wrote another wonderful book of heartbreak, loss, growth, trauma, and healing. No matter how I am feeling she has poem that can but my emotions into words. Everytime I pick up one of her books I learn something new. As much as I did like this book, I feel like some of her other poem collections focus a bit more on the inspiration after the situation than this one did. While life is not always a happy ending, it can feel nice to not only understand that others have gone though the same thing, but they have found hope, and therefore you can too.

interesting... this is the first poetry book that I've read and it confused me a bit. I liked the message on some parts, but I was genuinely perplexed in certain areas because it was talking about this thing and then it started to talk about another thing. It felt all over the place, but maybe that's the point of poetry ??? Not sure if this is my thing but it was cool to read it.

"how can i be so cruel to myself when i’m doing the best i can - be gentle"