Title: Eating Fire
Author: Margaret Atwood
Genre: Poetry Collection
Read it if: You want to read something heart-wrenchingly beautiful
Strangely enough, I didn’t start seriously reading poetry until I was in my early twenties, but when I did, I read with voracity. The first poetry book I ever bought myself was Atwood’s The Door (which is, unfortunately, not part of this collection). I remember sitting down in my favorite coffee shop and flipping the book open at random; reading a poem, then another, then another. I was hooked – not just on Atwood’s poetry, but all poetry.
Now, two years later, my poetry collection has grown to include about thirty books, but Eating Fire is my favorite. There’s something about Atwood’s style – dreamy, yet sharp and clever – that has me reading and re-reading her poems endlessly. (Before buying this book, I took Power Politics out of the library and read it front to back four times before returning it.)
So, Eating Fire is important to me because Atwood is who introduced me to good poetry. Poetry is supposed to make you feel something, and Atwood’s poetry is both a warm hug and a hard punch to the gut.