I feel like I wanted to like this book more than I actually did. Mary Oliver has a way with words,but most of her poems seemed empty to me. I also had a hard time taking some of the metaphors seriously,like the talking animals and the black snakes.
There are some gems here though,the poem "For I Will Consider My Dog Percy" is one of the sweetest things I have read. "Hurricane" was also really moving,the words almost seeming alive. It's a shame that most of the book didn't meet up to the two poems above.