I picked up Waiting to Waltz for almost nothing at the BYU Bookstore a few years ago, because I’ve enjoyed multiple books by Cynthia Rylant AND she’s a Newbery Author. (I pretty much couldn’t resist the deal.) I tend to love memoirs, and Rylant’s free verse vignettes of her small town childhood were well done. All of them were interesting, and I even loved a few of them. Overall, though, I think contemporary poetry is a lot like jazz for me; except for specific exceptions, I respect it as an art form while not truly relating to most of it. (Except for verse novels–I love those. Perhaps because I love novels?) Poetry lovers should definitely give this a try, and fans of Rylant should enjoy it. I enjoyed reading it myself–if somewhat more mildly than I expected–but I’m unlikely to read it again.
Okay, that’s a short, stilted review, but it was a short, short book. If it sounds like your thing, it probably will be–so there you have it!