Thumbsucker, the third poetry collection by Kat Giordano, is a celebration of the juvenile, attention-seeking, and emotionally-intense. These poems are funny, sentimental, and so sharp they might make you cringe, at the speaker or at yourself, but won't flinch if you do. "A eulogy, minus death, plus balloons."
"Kat Giordano's Thumbsucker is one of those bruised, bloody-knuckled, cut-lipped books that has flung itself into life and all its suffering and is here to tell you, dripping in manna and umbra, how it survived. But behind this, cast like a shadow at dusk, is an argument that says despite its pain, its ugliness, life is beauty, is splendor, laughter and love. Read these poems for the iron in them, for Giordano's ability to rock you with a line like a surprise left hook. Return for the way these poems part the dark to show you something bright. "it felt wrong of me / to eulogize something I killed, / to miss it, even, / and still not be sorry." -Todd Dillard, author of Ways We Vanish.
