This collection of poems is heartbreakingly accurate. Duffy writes about the rapture of being in love as something that is to be revelled in, something that is all-encompassing and something that is inescapable, for good or for bad.
Duffy performs the impossible feat of writing new love poetry with poise, skimming past cliché like a dragonfly on water. How she did it, I don't know, but I'm mighty glad she did. This collection is modern without being twee, it is sensual without being crass, it is universal without being vague.
These poems are like her earlier collection The World's Wife has had its juices squeezed out and crystallised into a single glass heart. Anybody who has ever been in love, out of love, or looking for love should read this. It will resonate.