The best art educates the heart and the mind, and Diana Vilic has done both in this collection of poems. At once lyrical and educational, Vilic's work is a must-read for the committed explorer of the self.

Amidst the chaos of my life and a global pandemic these words transported me to something that felt familiar yet ethereal. Every page felt written for me, connecting to some part of my journey in this life which helped me find connection to others during a time of intense isolation. Every page had a flashback and a memory. Every page had hope. Diana gave me hope of finding love that will meet me exactly where I am, every day.

Diana’s poems are all mock dictionary definitions, but unlike Ambrose Bierce, her tone is earnest and hopeful. She uses the conceit of fractured language to talk about (and ultimately, too) her own fractured self. She has a knack for deft turns of phrase that invite her reader to experience the horrors of trauma and dysmorphia, as well as the romance that is the journey toward healing and wholeness.

What an odd experience it is, to put yourself in someone else's shoes when actually looking at your own. Diana's writings and stories are more than relatable; they're universal, appealing, human in all its splendour. A ride about a life that, although not mine, has a very comfy, familiar tone to it.

Diana Vilic’s poetry is simultaneously modern in style and timeless in theme. She draws upon contemporary psychology and even neuroscience to tell an emotional love story that everyone should want to experience for themselves. I finished the book wanting more ... more of her poems and more love of my own.