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Yay! More stories! Time for reviews round 1, because it's a totally legitimate excuse to not study for chemistry. 
I'll cop out in a full critique of the introduction (I still have to go back and read the intros and epilogues of other books), but I enjoyed the atmosphere it set. For there to be joy, the must be a contrasting sorrow and gloom. I particularly enjoyed the setting descriptions of the first section, as it reminded me of how I try to imagine spring during a time where the entire landscape is covered in a blanket of snow.
Joy-full by superjars: I'm going to try to improve my poetry critiquing skills by actually reviewing the poetry in this book. This poem had an interesting pattern. I enjoyed the variety of different ways that the same message could be delivered in similar, rhythmic meter. My issue was that each stanza just seemed too independent, besides the first and the last two. While sometimes it seemed like there was a progression between stanzas, as a whole the stanzas seemed to be in a random order. Perhaps I'm missing some connection, but I would have liked to have seen some sort of pattern among the stanzas (e.g. concrete to abstract, minor things to major things) rather than a soup of similar messages. But that's just how I would have wrote it, and the way the poem is arranged says that the author didn't intend to create that sort of progression, which I respect.
No more shall I wander by Cow Face: I love these short works. It's a shame that length is so valued in writing pieces these days. Often, the best works are the ones with the fewest words. This piece took minimalism to a new level, often using sentence fragments and single words to describe the thoughts of the narrator. This seemed to reflect the minimalistic mindset of the narrator, as he did not wish to waste anything, even words or thoughts. While most of the piece is sorrow, there seem to be speckles of joy in it, the water of the ocean and the kindness of the people he met on his journey. The ending was open, and the reader does not know for certain whether his goal is accomplished. As this is a Book of Joy, I'd like to believe that it was, although the narrator spends no time relishing in it, but rather begs for forgiveness, thinking about others before himself to the very end. If this is so, then the joy he felt must be so indescribable that he could not write it when it actually occurred, which is an interesting way of approaching it.
Lessons in Comfort by Xplayer1: It's a poem I wrote in Civil Engineering appreciation class while bored. I didn't expect much, did you? :P
Now to study :(
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