{"id":391,"date":"2018-06-05T02:10:54","date_gmt":"2018-06-05T02:10:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/poetry\/?p=391"},"modified":"2018-06-05T02:10:54","modified_gmt":"2018-06-05T02:10:54","slug":"are-friends-electric-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2018\/06\/05\/are-friends-electric-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Are Friends Electric? &#8211; Review"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I know, I know: don\u2019t judge a book by its cover. But when they\u2019re as hauntingly beautiful as this one, it\u2019d be remiss of me not to acknowledge it. It is tonally perfect for the poems that follow.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Reading this, Helen Heath\u2019s second collection, was easy. And I don\u2019t mean to intimate that it\u2019s simple, it is not. It\u2019s more a sense that Heath has done the work so you don\u2019t have to. She\u2019s already cut the flesh from the bone. It\u2019s up to you how you eat it.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/booksellersnz.wordpress.com\/2018\/06\/05\/book-review-are-friends-electric-by-helen-heath\/\">Read the full review at BooksellersNZ<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-4710\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/06\/are_friends_electric.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"280\" height=\"368\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know, I know: don\u2019t judge a book by its cover. But when they\u2019re as hauntingly beautiful as this one, it\u2019d be remiss of me not to acknowledge it. It <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2018\/06\/05\/are-friends-electric-review\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":392,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=391"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/391\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/392"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=391"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=391"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=391"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}