I'll start off by admitting that I have described Melissa Broder's twitter feed as "my favorite thing on the internet", so I might be a bit of a fanboy. That said, this is pretty fantastic stuff. I've been savoring this book for several weeks, reading only a poem or two every couple days, and I'm glad I spaced it out. I have a feeling I'll be coming back to read this again periodically, expecting that I'll tease out a bit more each time. 
 Broder's poems inhabit this weird place somewhere between pop culture musings, kvetching about a New York Jewish upbringing, some kind of gonzo travelogues, and a trippy but broken view of romance. Sometimes all at once. I wanted to give some examples by copying the first few lines of a couple poems here, but I got stuck because (a) I had a really hard time deciding which ones to quote, and (b) each one I picked I ended up wanting to copy the whole thing, because each line made the previous one better. So I won't do any quoting here, and as such I feel like I'm letting down everyone who reads this, at least a bit. 
 That isn't to say that this is a perfect volume, or that I loved it completely. A couple pieces left me flat, perhaps because I just couldn't relate at all, or perhaps because I could relate a bit too well. But who knows, maybe they'll seem different in a year or two. 
 Anyway, here's a recommendation: if you already like Broder, you'll like this collection. If you don't know her, check her out on Twitter; if you like that, you'll love this. And if you've seen her work before, and didn't care for it, I doubt this will change your mind.