My favorite book as a child
Pigeon Feathersby John Updike.
I was probably around 8 when I found a copy of it on our coffee table.
The novel I read in secret
The Man Who Had Everythingby Donald Murray.
Credit: Leonardo Cendamo
There must have been a sex scene, although I only remember a man walking naked into a bedroom.
It was not so titillating, really.
The book I loved in school
Madame Bovary.
The book that changed my life
The Journals of John Cheever.
A classic Ive never read
The Grapes of Wrath.
Ive read Steinbecks other stuff (she said defensively), but I have never readGrapes of Wrath.
When Kathy Bates oinks like a pig, it is terrifying and funny.
My literary hero
Pierre inWar and Peace.
I just love that man.
When he is in prison and makes friends with the lice, it kills me.
The book I turn to time and again
For many years I readMrs.
Dallowayat least once a year.
I dont know why, except that I loved it.
And then about 10 years ago I realized the character of the daughter was not fully fleshed out.
I thought, I dont need to read this again, and I have not.
The last book that made me cry
Local Soulsby Allan Gurganus.
I was quietly mortified and furious.
Something I wish Id written
Thirteen Ways of Lookingby Colum McCann.
Pure poetry, just a gorgeous book.
It changed the way I see the streets of New York.
The genre Id read if I were restricted to just one
Literary fiction.
It comforts me the most: seeing who we are, and what we do.
