Amazon.com description: Product Description: "The voice behind the poems in Miller's first collection is quiet, and intimate, yet observes with an intensity that makes many of the poems come off the page and stay with the reader. There's also a self assurance in these poems that makes even the most ordinary moments unordinary. The first three poems set the tone for the remainder of the book. In "The Monkey,' Miller tells a tale of the first husband's monkey, a childhood memory she got when she 'assumed / his life, his house, his yard and bushes / to trim, I got the monkey too.' In the next two, "Definition' and "That Boy,' a woman comfortable with her body and self, who realizes it takes years to reach this point, looking at her young lover who ' can't throw down his shame/ with his hat, why light . . . ./ afraid, deeply /afraid that I will find a mark, a flaw.' The relationship between the woman and 'boy lover' will continue turning up in subsequent poems, always as an image of a woman who finds affirmation of herself. There is love throughout the book; many of the poems fairly overflow with sensual imagery, from 'Epithalamium,' which mixes girls and horses to "Lost Flamingo.' The wonder of these images is the quietness, the sense of beauty and heat many of them kindle. Even in the title poem, 'Staying Up For Love' the memory of childhood slumber party, with its vaguely sexual imagery, balances beautifully the innocence and the imagined evil. Each of the three sections that make up the book move the reader along in a travelogue of the speaker's experiences, from the intensely personal to the more worldly and universal. All of these moments culminate, though, in the final poem, 'Primary Colors,' which contains some of the more interesting and arresting images, opening with a quote from Adrienne Rich, and using colors and discarding of colors as a metaphor for beginning; interestingly, it's the only poem not in first person, yet it seems closest to Miller's heart. All in all, this is a book that reveals in subtle yet striking moments, with language that compliments both imagery and subject, and to paraphrase the title, it's worth staying up for." (Ohioana Quarterly, Fall 1990)