A review by taylorswept
Last Sext by Melissa Broder

2.0

I love Melissa Broder. I love her books The Pisces and So Sad Today as well as her horoscope column in Lenny Letters that I excitedly read at the beginning of each month and I listen to her podcast Eating Alone In My Car while grocery shopping or when I’m pretending to do yoga. I love her twitter page, too. I think she’s hilarious. I think she’s my 2018 hero. But this poetry book? Umm. Not so much. It’s the most painful to read. Dark, twisted, violent and at the end of each poem I don’t know if I am worried or sad or confused? This collection would probably appeal to some readers but not to me. Even if I’m, let’s say, pms-ing or just feeling moody or sad, in general, I still wouldn’t like it? My only favorite part about this book is when she wrote "And I wear my crown of fuck its". I think that’s a brilliant line. I wish I wrote it myself.