Halflife by Meghan O'Rourke

This book, by the extremely young poetry editor of the Paris Review, has been on my "to read" list for quite a while. I finally got my hands on it, and I'm impressed. O'Rourke's poems are not like the poems of many of the other poets I like a lot, many of whom happen to be women. I learn towards somewhat nostalgic poetry that has a bit of a bite to it. O'Rourke's poems are a bit more clearer, brighter, less shadowed by memory, even though many are looking backwards. Her series of poems about a stillborn twin do seem nostalgic though, and are chillingly sad. Overall, I approve, and I look forward to following her development as a poet.