My soul and I Book

I feel as though I've falling through Alice's rabbit hole into a terribly confusing conversation of one.

If I said, along with most of the other readers who have rated this book, that it was inspiring, profound or brilliant I would feel like one who viewed the Emperor's new clothes and in an attempt to appear wise, commented to my neighbor in the crowd how beautifully breath-taking the new wardrobe was. Breath-taking indeed!

When I ordered this book, I was expecting something along the lines of a bio from an endearingly personal point of view. What I got was a mess of thoughts that had very little to do with Emily Dickinson.

I think that some poet-scholars make mountains out of molehills. The author takes E.D. poem My Life Had Stood - A Loaded Gun and tries to tell us what Emily Dickinson meant by it, and then 76 pages into the book gives us 11 possibilities of what the words 'My Life' alone could mean, Only to finally say 'it's hard to know what poets of the past meant when they wrote their poems'. You don't say!?!

I don't profess to know anything about Emily Dickinson, or poetry for that matter, but after reading this book I'm not a hair's breadth closer to being any more enlightened or educated on the subject.