To Love Would Be an Awfully Big Adventure (Love & Misadventure – A Book Review)

Love & Misadventure
Author: Leav Lang
Published: 2013

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While I am not a person who seeks out poetry, when I do find a book of that truly reaches out to me, I’ll seize it faster than Carpe Diem. I do have a love for poetry, though I don’t read it with the same ferocity as I do with YA or supernatural fiction. That love is strong and passionate and vulnerable which also makes it scary because I’ll find myself relating to it in ways you never thought.

So when I found this book, I spent a month debating whether I wanted to add it to my ever-growing library or not. While only looking at it from the outside, it was elegant and intimidating, but on the inside it was alive with so many emotions. Leav Lang uses various things, like fairs, rides, bright lights and more, that awaken and inflame the excitement of love and adventure in us all.

Carnival

The book is divided in to three parts.

Part I: Misadventure

Part II: The Circus of Sorrows

Part III: Love

Each section bares a part of Lang that you can almost touch, and mostly certainly feel, like butterflies tickling the inside walls of her chest as they fly around your heart. Threadbare and vulnerable are most definitely likely while reading and getting lost in the words on the pages. However, there are a couple of poems that have ripped the wings off of some of those butterflies. Not to say that new butterflies have replaced those, though. Their wings are various colors in relation to the feelings that erupt from the poems.

This book of poetry is extremely beautiful in giving you the experience of highs and lows of such strong emotions. Exploring them in various prose and verses has never seemed so bright. I’m used to seeing it seem so morose and filled with sorrow. This was extremely refreshing.

 

Below are some of the poems that struck me the deepest.

An Endearing Trait (p. 23)

The scatterbrain,
   is a little like,
   patter of rain.

Neither here,
   nor there,
   but everywhere.

As I write this poem down for you to read, it is raining outside. For some reason that feels significant. This isn’t some light rain. There’s thunder and lightning, reminding me of the summer rains. This poem is one of my utmost favorites from the book and it’s for the simplest of reasons. I relate to being scatterbrained so easily and I would’ve never thought to compare it to rain. The way it can come down in large drops or small, and how it can be in one spot and not in another. More so, the way drops will come down, spread out; it was just perfect. A person can be the same way.

My mind moves so fast and sometimes I leave things behind and it just happens. It’s not something you have control over. Upon reading such a great comparison, I actually squealed happily because it’s so true and such a delightful way of expressing it.

 

Circus Town (p. 45)

From a city so bright
            to a strange little town;
            on a carousel spinning,
            around and around.

The dizzying height,
            of the stars from the ground.

The world all alight—
            With his sights, his sounds.

It’s like a rush of the bright lights and wind on a ride and the way it makes you dizzy. That’s what new love is like, or so I imagine. Yes, I must confess. I am a girl who’s never been in love. But, as I read this poem I feel like it must be quite similar, making you feel heady much like these things do and feel excited from the endorphin rush.

rollercoaster scene

 

After You (p. 65)

If I wrote it in a book,
            could I shelve it?

If I told of what you took,
            would that help it?

If I will it,
            can I un-feel it?
            now I’ve felt it?

This is one of the ones that made my heart drop a little bit. Who hasn’t ever wished they could un-feel something? Sadly, it’s impossible to take back feelings that have been had, and tainted. They leave a shadow and sometimes a pang, and the destruction feels irreparable. As has always been said though, it’s always darkest before the dawn, and before you know it you’ll be glad you couldn’t throw away those feelings you had because you could look back at everything that was good about them.

 

Beauty’s Curse (p. 95)

Her brow is drawn
            to worlds of dark;
            where arrows spring
            and miss their mark.

She’ll turn their heads—
            but not their hearts.

This poem strikes true with real life. It’s difficult to express, but beauty is often what people see first. Here, I feel like ‘she’ tries and tries, but always seems to miss out of finding love because each possible partner only sees how beautiful she is. Everything else about her gets lost.

There’s more to a person that what can only be seen.

 

Wishful Thinking (p. 99)

You say that you are over me,
            my heart—
            it skips,
            it sinks.

I see you now with someone new,
            I stare,
            I stare,
            I blink.

Someday I’ll be over you,
            I know,
            I know—
            I think.

With each new stanza, I saw the process of wishing you weren’t in love with this person who was no longer in love with you. It’s a longing you want to obliterate but can’t. You’re heart still pangs with the shadow of that love you have for that person, and as time goes on will it dwindle? Will it ever go away forever? Who knows?

 

This was truly a phenomenal book that allowed me to get lost, not so much in a fairy tale, but a wispy dream. I enjoyed the opportunity to gain a deeper understanding for certain  emotions I face in my own life very much.

I most certainly will come back to it and reread my favorite poems.

 

More to come soon…

-K.

P.S. Song today? Wild Horses by The Sundays

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