On a random day in 2024, I found a poet reciting one of her poems in an Instagram reel. Intrigued, I looked at her profile and found out she went by the name Whitney Hanson. I found her books on goodreads and added them, but I didn’t read any of her books, until today.
Climate has what I look for in a poetry book. Recently, I feel like I’ve been reading poetry books that feel… lifeless. The poems aren’t always necessary bad, but they just don’t have feeling. Climate, however, is the complete opposite of that kind of book. I found myself relating to the poet’s struggle, her feelings, and the way she treated herself. I liked what the poetry book was trying to teach the reader through all the poems. I feel like the poet was very vulnerable in this, which is always something I can appreciate. I really liked Climate and I would be interested in reading more of her poetry in the future.

This book had such amazing potential. The cover and topics reminded me of some really big names such as Lang Leav and Michael Faudet However, the actual writing fell flat. I absolutely enjoyed that the author took a chance and discussed mental illness and was vulnerable in their writing. This shows bravery. However, the formatting made it extremely difficult to follow. I could not tell when one poem started and when one finished. This made it extremely difficult to enjoy.

I was not in love with this title, and I think that was partly due to the formatting of the book on my reading device. Nothing flowed as it should have.

Thank you so much to the publishers for this arc. I have seen Whitney on Instagram, reciting her poetry and I liked those poems a lot. But wtf is this book.... If this is poetry than I'm Katrina Kaif....