One of my favorite questions to ask others is “what are you reading?” I recently noted that one mark of a truly good friend, for me, is someone with whom I can exchange single-sentence emails that ask that one question. Over the summer I asked for, and received, many wonderful suggestions. I’ve written before about the stack beside my bedside table, about the actual, real anxiety I feel about the fact that there won’t be time to read everything I want to read in my life. But I try. Oh, I try.
I’ve read some beautiful things lately. I adored Priscilla Warner’s Learning to Breathe. I devoured the Hunger Games trilogy, fascinated and compelled by the story and the characters. I can’t wait for the movie. I read Meghan O’Rourke’s The Long Goodbye in tears, loving every page, and cemented my belief that some of my very favorite prose is written by poets (see also: Just Kids).
Right now I’m trying (trying! unsuccessfully!) to write fiction, so I find myself turning in that direction. Dani suggested I read Michael Cunningham’s A Home At the End of the World, so I plan to read that as soon as it arrives. Also in my current stack:
Blue Nights, Joan Didion
The Underside of Joy (ARC), Sere Prince Halverson
The Bread of Angels, Stephanie Daldana
The Dance of the Dissident Daughter, Sue Monk Kidd
Admission, Jean Hanff Korelitz
Please, tell, me: what are you reading? What’s on your list? What’s your favorite fiction book, and why?
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