Lately I've been reading a lot more books than I ever used to, certainly no bad thing. I think it was partially born out of the calming effect bookshops tend to have on me - wherever I go, in any city, I always find bookshops to be a sort of mini refuge, a (usually) quiet escape from the madness of the high street. Naturally, from spending time in bookshops my interest in reading was re-invigorated and I haven't looked back since.
The first book I bought as part of this reading renaissance was Charles Bukowski's The People Look Like Flowers At Last. The book is essentially a post-humous collection of some of his poetry and I highly reccommend it. Bukowski was always very much in touch with the grimier, dirtier side of life and his poetry is no different - don't go in expecting flowery prose, the poems here are practically short stories, often very direct and uncompromising. Despite the difference between myself and the age at which Bukowski wrote the bulk of this collection I found a lot of relevance in the writing.
Very interesting and thought provoking.
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