Last night I had to choose.
I felt shocked, embarrassed and just plain confused. An intriguing job has come open and they asked me to choose.
What is your favorite book?
“Oh, my sweet fish tank!” I exclaimed (more or less)
“brrrrrrip?” Inquired Terpsichore (honestly. don’t worry about it)
“They’re asking for my favorite boooooooook!” I wailed. (no, really, like a siren.)
Then followed a Great Discussion of the merits of one option over another, each leading us both to feel rather traitorous toward all the other Beloved Books we’ve ever read. Just as we’d settle on an appropriate favorite, we’d leap forward as one who has sitted upon a pin and introduce a new contender. It was a maelstrom of angst and turmoil!
How can you possibly pick a favorite book. Isn’t that like asking which brother is your favorite? As Terpsichore sensibly mentioned, that is easy enough if you only have one brother! What about she, who is blessed with three (rhyme!)?
I settled, in the end, on The Pale Horse. You’ve heard me speak of that before, I think. We decided I should pick the one I can talk about the longest without pausing for breath. Since I’m in the process of writing a book about Agatha Christie’s cultural impact, it would have to be something she wrote.
But really. How do YOU pick your favorite book? Can you? Have you? What criteria do you use???
It’s too late for this time, but oh! my fellow sailors on the sea of life, weigh in! What on earth do you do, how, and why