In almost all my fiction, the heroine is a reader. Mostly, I think, because I don't know how to imagine a non-reading consciousness…
I mean, can you imagine yourself illiterate? I can't. It feels as though I've always made my way through the world by peering at it through the lens of other people's written perceptions — even before I could read, in the books I memorized and pretended to read aloud, like some very early favorite Little Golden Books, Circus Time (text by Marian Conger, ill. by Tibo
Published on April 23, 2009 11:11