I’ve been trying to branch out in my reading – I’ve been reading more nonfiction, been intentionally adding more diversity in the authors I read, and trying to read genres I often overlook. Given this, I’ve been trying to add more poetry to my rotation. I decided to give this poetry collection, Adultolescence, a shot not knowing who Gabbie Hanna was (honestly, I wouldn’t have picked up this book if I had known), but eager to read more poetry. Sadly, I stumbled into one of the worst books I’ve ever read.
In poems ranging from the singsong rhythms of children’s verses to a sophisticated confessional style, Gabbie explores what it means to feel like a kid and an adult all at once, revealing her own longings, obsessions, and insecurities along the way. Adultolescence announces the arrival of a brilliant new voice with a magical ability to connect through alienation, cut to the profound with internet slang, and detonate wickedly funny jokes between moments of existential dread. You’ll turn to the last page because you get her, and you’ll return to the first because she gets you.