By Lang Leav
Beautifully illustrated and thoughtfully conceived, Love and Misadventure will take you on a rollercoaster ride through an ill-fated love affair- from the initial butterflies to the soaring heights- through to the devastating plunge. Lang Leav has an unnerving ability to see inside the hearts and minds of her readers. Her talent for translating complex emotions with astonishing simplicity has won her a cult following of devoted fans from all over the world.
I first discovered Lang Leav through researching the poems of Michael Faudet. He talks about Lang Leav sometimes on his Facebook Fanpage and, as I learned, some people think Michael Faudet is the “Michael” Leav mentions as being her partner. Anyway, that’s neither here nor there.
Love & Misadventure is apparently Lang Leav’s first published book of poetry. I hadn’t read too much of her work, but I picked it up at the bookstore after Amazon suggested, since I was interested in poetry by Michael Faudet and Tyler Knott Gregson, that I would like Lang Leav.
I definitely liked some of the poems, but not all of them. Some of the poems were just too sing-songy rhymey-timey for my liking. Like this one:
Heart on the Line
Love is good,
it is never bad –
but it will drive you mad!
When it is given to you,
in dribs and drabs.
Browsing around the internet has led me to believe that many people really just did not like this poem in Love & Misadventure. So this probably gives you a pretty good idea of the not-so good stuff.
Also this one:
His Cause and Effect
He makes me turn,
he makes me toss;
his words mean mine
are at a loss.
He makes me blush!
He makes me want
to brush and floss.
But then there are poems (or whatever you might call this next section) like this that pretty much make the whole book, in my opinion:
When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.
This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn’t realize the separation is temporary.
So that, that is a lot better. The book is about fifty-fifty kind of really bad stuff and really great stuff.
Will you like it? Probably depends on what poems you read.
I also have in my possession Lang Leav’s second book of poetry, so I will have a report on that soon for you.
Also: what kind of name is Lang Leav? Any ideas? A strict pen name or something with an actual origin in a culture?