I bought some books at teh weekend, which I'm optimistically carrying about, though I get very little book reading time:
Poet in New York - F Garcia Lorca. I sat in the sun at the weekend reading this. Marvellous. I know his play, 'Blood Wedding' - an upbeat, cheery feel-good musical for all the family
- but not his poetry. Reminds me rather of Neruda.
I also bought Go Tell It On The Mountain by James Baldwin, which I have read years ago, but it's probably worth another look. And Oscar Wilde's Short Stories. I have a volume of his collected prose, but it's a big book, and a small paperback of short stories is probably ideal for a few snatched moments in a field.
At work, I'm reading a James Herriot book a page or so at a time on the loo