An “illiterate” novelist describes her early reading experiences in this New York Times essay. It's amusing and I liked her tone. Her story reminded me of all the hours I spent reading as a child/adolescent, and made me wonder how I chose the books I did. And what would have happened if I had tried to read The Idiot as a seventh-grader.
Which of your earliest books were random or silly? (Me: Bode & Brock Theone’s Zion Chronicles.) Which were much too serious? (David Copperfield.)
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