Apparently, it is. When I think about books of poetry, I don’t think of them as selling well. A few copies here, a few copies there, and maybe, just maybe, a hundred or so copies will be sold or given away (and those are generally well known poets like Billy Collins, Maya Angelou, or Robert Frost).
Because I volunteer at the local library, I spend more time there than most people, and I noticed that for more than a month two poetry books (The Sun and Her Flowers and Milk and Honey) have been on the New York Times bestseller list.
Frankly, most of the time the list is made up of thrillers, mysteries, and mainstream fiction written by authors who are familiar to all. Names like John Grisham, David Baldacci, Nora Roberts, and James Patterson populate the fiction list so to see Rupi Kaur (or any poet for that matter) still on the list is just plain cool because it means that someone is purchasing a lot of poetry books, and it gives hope to those who write poetry.
As of this week, The Sun and Her Flowers‘ rank on the list was # 7, up from # 10, and Milk and Honey‘s rank was # 12, down from the previous week’s # 11 spot. Still, to have not one, but two books of poetry on the list is a real feat especially since the latter was originally published in 2014.
In fact, I was in the local bookstore the other day, and I leafed through The Sun and her Flowers, reading one or two of her poems. The poems had great range of emotion, and I suspect I may be reading more of her work. For what it is worth…