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Not much
A genuine connection?
People going through life, not really living it.What I liked about this book was at times you can actually hear yourself groaning along with the characters bad decisions, and wanting to give them the high five when they make the good/best/or right decision. The ending left me feeling a bit disconnected, but I think that was the point.
It's a light easy read. No great mysteries of life solved here, you'll be disappointed if you're looking for that in this book.


Deceptive title and even more deceptive content!
from a person who is in her own way a Dickinson scholar...Unless literary history has changed mightily while I, like a modern Rip Van Winkle, slept right through it, the fact is that IF Emily Dickinson ever kept a diary or journal, it was either suppressed or destroyed. Probably the latter, by the same friends and family members who heavily edited (and had the audacity to change Emily's words in) the first printings of her poems.
You will note, if you read the reader reviews posted here before this one, that two out of three amazon.com readers believed they were reading a diary actually written by Emily Dickinson herself.
I am frankly distressed by the publication of a book that does not make its fictional nature more obvious and upfront.
It's a great work of HISTORICAL FICTION

Pretty Good
Beware: This book is an identical copy of the Betz GuideI bought both books and am returning the more expensive one, the Betz Guide.


An Excellent horse story, but not a good Full House book
Good, not a great Full House book

Disappointment
Just what I was looking for

problems
For whom is this intended and what is it's purpose?The poems are printed in a spidery script to distinguish them from the narrative. The font may be difficult for the beginning readers the book seems to be intended for. The selections are a diverse mix of her familiar and lessen known poems, including "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" and "There is no frigate like a book."
The illustrations are lovely, with a smooth solid folk art look to them. Emily appears in each drawing, making it clear that we are seeing the world through her eyes. Although each poem (and therefore illustration) is quite different, a common motif of scattered flowers, leaves and stars and graceful undulating arcs repeat in the forms of branches, waves and earth, tying the volume together. A short note at the end divulges additional biographical information. Sources are cited.
The small size, simple language and bright pictures make this a nice choice for young readers, but it is not as well done as The Mouse of Amherst by Elizabeth Spires (Francis Foster, 1999) or Emily Dickinson: Poetry for Young People by Emily Dickinson (Sterling, 1994).
A Brief Introduction to Emily Dickinson.....

Literary Mumbo Jumbo
A veritable cornucopia

Music background is too distracting.
The delivery is as smooth as Emily's poems

A Biography with Factual Errors I had been warned that this book was poorly written and edited, that it had no documentation, and that
it did not succeed in proving the author's arguments. Nothing, however, could ever have prepared me for the inaccuracies and unwarranted assumptions of the book itself.
Ms. Farr's thesis itself contains a serious error in fact. She states, without qualification, that Emily Dickinson wore a nuns habit because she did not know who the master was.
The book goes downhill from here. Ms. Farr's evidence that no one is Master includes several loosely-crafted - one might rather say, accidental - stories about liaisons between Emily Dickinson and her women acquaintances.
Farr builds several arguments on speculation. Perhaps the most egregious example is the question
of Susan's house next door. After establishing the existence of the ivory gown, Farr asserts, in a short but vacuous epilogue that she really doesn't know who master was. Or maybe there wasn't a master. Or if there was, any body's guess is as good as hers.
For several pages Farr proceeds as if this connection were fact, making a few tenuous connections between Dickinson's poetry and women, and kisses behind closed doors. Then she admits it is all fiction. In addition, Farr tells us that when Emily died, the master was known but then she does not feel that s/he is known, as it might be a woman.
I have saved just enough space for the epilogue and the bulk of the book. The epilogue is not worth the meager price of this empty paperback.
English teacher in Texas
Invigorating

Hate this book
Easy to understand, terrific illustrations/pictures