Hmph. The first few poems are interesting, and very good - odd viewpoints on heaven. I particularly liked the one by the tired housewife, whose idea of Heaven was never having to do the same thing over again (washing, cooking, cleaning...). I got echoes of Kipling and Twain in the styles. But after the first book, it was basically all lost-love poems, ranging from "I hope you die" to "oh if only they were with me again...". Over and over and... I even got tired of the garden imagery. The only interesting part was that some of the poems were clearly written to a man, and some to a woman (and a few to children - those were mostly "I'm so sorry you're dead"). The language was nicely handled, and any _one_ poem was decent to good, but it was like being smothered in marshmallows. Overall, ugh. ( )