Literary fiction, classics, dystopian, history, memoir, prize winners, and of course the 1001 books. You really might catch me reading anything!
While the front book flap says this is a collection of love poems, I felt that the first set, "The Journey" were more about nature. I liked this group the most, and Meadowlark is my favorite poem in this book, with Storage coming second.
Oliver uses words that I find awkward. Even Meadowlark ends with "posthaste"--which kind of ruins the melancholy of time passing that she so successfully created. It's so...abrubt. Though I the old-fashionedness of it supposed to also show her age, and thus the time passing?