Like other writers, I’m first, last, and always a reader. Like other former English teachers and librarians, I no longer have a captive audience (“Read this! It’s wonderful!”), so I spread the word the best way I can.
I list authors and titles as they come to mind. The list grows day by day. I expect it to meander all the way to Infinity.
The Truth: Clyde Edgerton. He’s a genius, a writer who brings you to tears and then, before you can put away your crying towel, makes you laugh so hard you start crying again. And each of his books is different of the rest.
Ann Marie MacDonald. The Way the Crow Flies.
Ann Patchett. Bel Canto.
Katherine Paterson. The Great Gilly Hopkins.
—–. The Invisible Child.
—–. Jacob Have I Loved.
Kaye George. Choke.
—–. The Immy Duckworthy Mysteries (Smoke; Broke)
Bapsi Sidhwa. Cracking India.
—–. The Crow Eaters.
Elizabeth Enright. The Saturdays.
—–. The Melendy Quartet.
Clyde Edgerton. Lunch at the Picadilly.
Elizabeth Berg. Durable Goods.