Criminally pink This is probably the sappiest-looking book I own. It's small, thin, and pink. The cover is stamped with gold curlicues and gold lettering. And the title could not be more straightforward. All that aside, damn . I'm not sure what makes these poems so good. They surprised me by not being cryptic. Normally, when I read poetry, I have to annotate to get the full meaning. But at no point in this book did I find myself knee-deep in symbolism and in need of a pencil to pull myself out. (Not that puzzling out a poem isn't fun too, haha.) I guess the simplicity is part of it. Neruda wrote these poems to talk about love, not to show off his skills. I loved that, in this edition of the collection, each poem was printed in both Spanish and English. I liked comparing the English translations to the...