Thoughts on My Sky Diary

My Sky Diary, by Claire Bateman, goes on a nice deceptive little journey with the reader. It starts one way, talking about books and learning to read and write, and then it suddenly goes in a slightly more fantastical direction. Yes, its possible that the narrator speaking about sleeping under the desk and learning to write cursive surrounded by students and faculty are just metaphors and slight exaggerations on truth, but I tend to read poems as literal (its more fun that way). The content of the story was fun, and the words painted a pretty picture, but it got pretty heavy with metaphors and symbolism. It was like eating a chocolate chip cookie with too many chocolate chips: on one hand, its a yummy cookie, but there's just too much happening at once.