A Study of Reading Habits

When getting my nose in a book
cured most things short of school,
to know I could still keep cool,
and deal out the old right hook
to dirty dogs twice my size.

Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
me and my cloak and fangs
had ripping times in the dark
the women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.

Don't read much now: the dude
who lets the girl down before
the hero arrives, the chap
who's yellow and keeps the store,
seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
books are a load of crap.
-Philip Larkin

I believe that this poet use to enjoy reading, but felt like books have let him down. This poem talks about the many different things that happen in books. It later seems that the poet has felt that books have let him down or may turn out to be too predictable, which makes him think that "books are a load of crap." I on the other hand love books. I spend my free time reading. I love how just picking up a book, I am suddenly transported to another road going through the same struggles as the character in my book is. I can not relate to the way that this poet feels toward books, since I feel the complete opposite, but its my hopes that someday he will change his mind, and really start to enjoy books, like I have and will continue to do. :)