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It's been a while since I've posted, I just noticed. Not a while in anyone else's terms, perhaps, but in mine? Yep. I'm still alive, and I'm feeling better about life- I've organised a loan from my parents, to be paid back as and when I can afford it, so it looks like I can survive this. That's a good thing.

I'm going back to Cardiff tomorrow, which I'm really looking forward to- there's only so much of my family I can take- but I'm gonna have to scour the charity shops in the local area to see if I can find a cheap (veryveryverycheap) bookshelf of some description because I'm positively laden and already I have no room. I also got a cute journal from my mum with books all over it. Now, see, I have a feeling that like the makeup and the hair stuff, this is a hint. She wants me to spend less time online and keep a PHYSICAL journal.

This is never going to happen.

So instead I'm gonna keep a book diary of the year, noting what I've read, whether it was any good, and any quotes I wanted to keep hold of. So far it only has one book in there, which is pretty pathetic for the sixth day of the new year, but in my defense I've read three books-worth out of four in a condensed Sherlock Holmes book thing, a lot of short stories in another Sherlock book, and I'm part way through the Mauritius Command by Patrick O'Brian. For some reason, although it has flashes of brilliance, it doesn't seem to have captured my attention like the previous books.

Anyway.

Anyone recommend me any good poets? I know I have to investigate Neruda further, I love Eliot and Hughes, and just bought a book of Frost. The kind of thing I'm looking for is modernism, non-flowery. I dislike lengthy odes to flowers, sappy romance, that kind of thing. Um. It's difficult to describe. Just... show me what you like? Please?