The other is because I think there’s something to be said for a short story which can create a bigger visceral impact than a narrative spread over 350 pages - Milk and Honey does just that. Constructed in four chapters Milk and Honey poetically tours through some of our rawest emotions through the author’s personal experiences which consist of heartbreak, childhood traumas, violence, sex and perseverance - journeying through there were genuine sparks of depression, anger, happiness, arousal and empowerment. It’s an honest account of Rupi Kaur’s experiences over 21 years and they are collated in a way which combines poetry with flash fiction to explore the way in which childhood experiences shape and ripple into your future as well as the moments after and in-between. It becomes evident that pain and pleasure go hand-in-hand, but it is a beautiful read which left me feeling somewhat serene - perhaps because of the refreshing dose of brutal honesty which is gloriously unapologetic. I read this chilling out in a park in Dublin, but it’s perfect material for public transport, lone lunches and coffee breaks.