I don’t really have favorites. This makes me sound like a pretentious idiot like “I READ TO MUCH TOO HAVE FAVORITES.” It depends what I feel like reading, I guess.
Um, recently…I just re-read Beloved, which is SO creepy but so good. I liked The Circle and Where’d You Go, Bernadette, which is lighter stuff. And Night Film was good. I re-read The Year of Magical Thinking, which is good if you just want to simultaneously cry and keep reading forever because Joan Didion is such an incredible writer.
I’m in the middle of One Hundred Years of Solitude, as an RIP Gabriel Garcia Marquez type of thing. I like it, but I feel like I can’t put it down for too long or I forget who all of the characters are.
And my illustrated edition of The Elements of Style by Strunk and White is maybe my most favorite thing I own. I don’t know what that says about me, but the combination of grammar rules and lots of illustrations of, like, dogs makes me feel really, really happy. I read it for fun. Because I am That Person.
By reading a lot.