There it is, friends. My second book of poetry!
I know that poetry is not everyone’s cup of tea, and that is okay. There is no book on the planet that is going to be everyone’s cup of tea – no matter what your favourite book is, there’s going to be someone out there who doesn’t care for it. Vive la difference! I like that we all like different things. Having said that, let me tell you why I adore poetry.
For me, poetry is just like knitting. It can be as simple or complex as you want. It can be slow and zen or it can be like a web of cables and lace, keeping you on your toes and so absorbed you’ve blocked out everything else around you. It fits into the small corners of the day more easily than a novel. If you have 30 seconds, you probably have time to read a short poem. If it is the right poem on the right day at the right moment, you will feel as though you are looking at your life with clarity for the first time. And if you are alone, reading a poem out loud can feel as powerful as conjuring a spell.
That feeling is addictive. I love finding a minute to read a poem, especially just as I’m about to walk somewhere or get into my car, and then I think about it, turn it over in my mind. The lines that stuck with me, an image that was so true it was like being shown a photograph of someone I love that I’ve never seen before. That’s why I read poetry.
If you haven’t read poetry since high school, you should give it another chance. Maybe this book isn’t the one for you, but I bet there is some poetry out there that you will love, that will make you feel more alive than you were 5 minutes before you read it.
If you would like to hear me read a couple of poems, you can read a great review of the book here, with videos of me reading two poems. The central section is titled Lady Crawford, which is an inside joke that you are sure to get because you guys are all in on my secret. My married name is Julie Crawford, but before I met Guy, I was Julie Cameron Gray. So for those that only know my writing and don’t know my married name, they might miss the wink. I like writing under my old name. It’s like she’s an old friend of mine, that Julie.
The idea of Lady Crawford came out of a conversation with a friend, who jokingly called me Duchess Crawford (I have a fondness for fancy jams, let’s just roll with it for now), and I jokingly corrected, ‘No no, it’s Lady Crawford.’ We laughed, but the idea stuck with me. what would it be like to be (albeit a distant branch) of royalty, or have ties to that kind of life? What would it look like? So I played around with it, explored it. And it slowly became the central section of the book.
So, in the spirit of my pattern reviews…. hang on, the title is in gold foil, which the top photo doesn’t do any justice. But this picture of my book in tree shows it much better.
You Should Totally Read This Book If: You loved watching The Crown on Netflix (yay!), enjoy poetry (or are at least willing to give it a go) , love reading female-driven novels and are looking for something a little different. And if you love to read but feel like you never have enough time (you can read a poem here or there and the book is lightweight enough to go in your purse).
You Should Probably Give it a Pass If: You are not into female protagonists, don’t like poetry no matter what is going on, or prefer your literature on the sparse, unadorned side.
And hey- the holidays are coming! Maybe a gift for a book lover in your life? Or you could suggest it to a loved one as a gift for yourself?
Where to Buy:
Canada? Amazon.ca (Toronto peeps – it’s at the library! Reserve it just for fun!)
United States? Amazon.com
Europe, Australia or somewhere else that is utterly wonderful? I recommend Amazon.com or bookdepository.com (check the shipping on Amazon, and if it’s crazy go to Book Depository, which has free international shipping).
Thank you. Thank you for supporting what I do, and helping me feel comfortable enough to talk about my writing here a little bit more. It helps me feel more at ease with this increasingly ‘less-secret’ part of myself.