Reviews for Footprints

The average rating for Footprints based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2013-10-11 00:00:00 Lisa Dunka My mom saw this book and brought it for me. Footprints has been one of my favourite poems since I was about 10 years old. It has sustained me. Only other people with faith and who have been through a lot in their lives will understand it's true value. I know I have looked back at things that have happened to me and you wonder how you have made it through. It is then I see the single footprints. This poem also has a habit of turning up exactly when need it. I read the book and oh boy! That lady has been through a lot in her life. So many trials, it is a wonder she has lived this long. However, after reading her story, do I really believe she wrote that poem? Well I don't want to call her a liar and if she did write it I am really sad that she has never received the credit or royalties that she deserves. I would only recommend this book if you have a faith because it is purely based on Margaret's faith and her religion. For those who do not believe in a God it may get a tad tedious but then I cannot imagine anyone who hasn't got a belief reading a book about a poem that is about faith.

Review # 2 was written on 2019-12-19 00:00:00 Roy Tampubolon I had just recently read my first work of Addonizio's poetry, Tell Me, a book of largely confessional poetry, a kind of howl of love and drunken passion and rage, which I loved. This one is more muted, less personal, and a little less engaging, maybe, but I still liked it a lot. The concept (of a book with Lucifer in the title) reminds me of Sharon Olds's Satan Says. Places of darkness in the world: the Iraqi wars, the Tsunami, divorce. There is intimacy, humor, compassion, and deft observation, too. Lucifer at the Starlite 'after George Meredith Here's my bright idea for life on earth: better management. The CEO has lost touch with the details. I'm worth as much, but I care; I come down here, I show my face, I'm a real regular. A toast: To our boys and girls in the war, grinding through sand, to everybody here, our host who's mostly mist, like methane rising from retreating ice shelves. Put me in command. For every town, we'll have a marching band. For each thoroughbred, a comfortable stable; for each worker, a place beneath the table. For every forward step a stumbling. A shadow over every starlit thing. Kim Addonizio