"...part Frank O’Hara, part Robert Herrick, and, yes, part chick lit, it’s a book that hurts, and a book that flirts... It’s also part of the least self-important, and therefore the most important, tradition of lyric, the tradition of trying to make the tiny moments, their delights and disappointments, last."
Stephen Burt, Slate
"Quotidian, weird, intimate, witty, and skittery, Knapp's poems are refractions through a funhouse mirror. ...Read it and weep over your nachos and wine; it will leave you wanting more."
"Deliciously irreverent, Knapp’s poems welcome us into a weird urban landscape full of airports, broken hearts, wine and spilled dog chow. ...[She] delves into the shadow and still finds glimpses of light."
San Francisco Chronicle