While relatable to someone who has suffered heartbreak, I felt like I was reading a young woman/teen girls personal diary about a boy who she can’t stop thinking about.

When Trump said, at the first debate, “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even be talking about illegal immigration,” Carly Fiorina was not on the debate stage. She had waited until she bullied her way into the second debate to say, "Immigration did not come up in 2016 because Mr. Trump brought it up; we talked about it in 2012, we talked about it in 2008. We talked about it in 2004. We have been talking about it for 25 years. This is why people are tired of politicians.” A Hollywood starlet caught in a scandal. The boy she never got over. A Christmas season they’ll never forget… Glass Hearts & Broken Promises does none of that, and that's a dealbreaker for me. There are certainly a lot of words associated with vulnerability (pain, broken, grief, miss, etc.) but they're all used so plainly that it's impossible to feel the full weight of them. Language that we're used to is language that becomes purely utilitarian and loses its punch, and that's the only language that's used in this book.

Here, however, it served absolutely no purpose. It didn't create any ambiguity and the line breaks didn't highlight anything or make it more poignant. There was no assonance, no rhythm created by line length or repetition - I even struggled to find a single metaphor, anaphora, oxymoron, or literally any other literary device.

You kept me hanging on by a string. Made me believe in every word you would say never giving me more than what would keep me alive. You had me convinced that you cared (30)It feels like I’ll always be a little bit broken and these scars will always remain because one time is all that it takes. One lie (46) He would doubtless have promised anything for the mere pleasure of breaking all bounds; perhaps he would even have liked her to ask him to swear on oath so he could add the attractions of perjury to his horrible pleasures.” I thought of our very first fight. I thought of the way you yelled. I thought of the first time I caught you keeping secrets from me the things that you never told me but somehow, I already knew. The ones that made me feel worthless and unloved the ones that I pushed aside because I loved you… And then I thought of our last day together the last day we were two halves of the same whole the day we talked and cried as we agreed that this was the end (131)

The world is always changing. Learn how to allow for it. Somone makes a promise, and then they break it. A play gets good notices, and then it folds. A marriage looks strong, and then they divorce. For a while there's no war, and then there's another war. If you get too upset about it all, you become a stupid, unhappy person—and where's the good in that?”I trusted you when I shouldn’t have. I let you in to find comfort in a bed that should’ve never warmed your heart… You violated me. You betrayed the friendship I gave you. And the betrayal from that night has hung heavy in my heart and has clouded my mind (44) She then proceeded to talk about it in the exact same way politicians have been talking about it for 25 years!” There were some pieces I did very much enjoy, but I found the book and layout of the wording to be confusing since there were no titles or suggestions on where one piece finished, and another one began.