Title: Sonnet
Review: It's unbelievable how someone with Lydia Bird's obvious writing talents can write such a bad book. And shame on the editor who allowed this to happen. Bird wallows in self-pity throughout the entire book. Her self-pity is brought about by an alcoholic mother, a sick father, and the obligatory bad childhood, which frankly sounded pretty good. At one point she writes in the ship's log, "This sounds empty and silly as I write it, but it made sense." No, the passage was empty and silly and there are hundreds just like it in the book. What's even worse is Bird subjects the reader to her poetry, as if her expository writing weren't bad enough. If you're looking for a book about sailing, this isn't it. If you're looking for the scribblings of a self-engrossed adult who still has a lot of growing up to do, this one's for you.
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