What I'm reading says more about me than what I've done.
Steinbeck one week, Hemingway the next, a fat Michener saga when I want to disappear for a month.
The stack on my nightstand never quite agrees with itself: history beside fiction beside whatever caught my eye at the shop. Dog-eared paperbacks, a few too many left unfinished, and a handful I re-read every year because they feel like old friends who always know what to say.
I'm a slow reader and an unapologetic re-reader. I'd rather sit twice with a book that means something than race through ten that don't. These are the ones I keep coming back to.
A handful I re-read every year because they feel like old friends who always know what to say.