I don’t always read work like my own.
However, as a guide to my taste in literature,
here’s my recent reading list:
- Better Be the Devil (Ian Rankin)
- Theft by Finding (Diaries) (David Sedaris)
- Admissions: a Life in Brain Surgery (Henry Marsh)
- When Breath Becomes Air (Paul Kalanithi)
- The Sellout (Paul Beatty)
- Sand (Wolfgang Herrndorf)
- Long Drop (Denise Mina)
- Ink (Alice Broadway)
- Do We Not Bleed (Irving Benjamin) – (joke: it’s not written – yet)
- Hame (Annalena McAfee)
- Stranger Than We Can Imagine. Making sense of the 20th Century (John Higgs)
- The Goldfinch (Donna Tartt)
- Grief is the Thing with Feathers (Max Porter)
- The World’s Wife (Carol Ann Duffy) – always in the loo to dip into!
- Canopy (Astor Anthology Three)
Footnote related to my Short story for Week Three of the ThanetCreativeWriters Competition (‘Momerath’):
Now it would be dishonest of me to say that I regularly read The New Yorker, but I came across this article after I had written my short story on the theme ‘If I invented my own religion’ , but it looks at aspects of the facts vs. feelings dilemma in another way, and also makes reference to Trump. One interesting physiological finding is that having our beliefs ‘confirmed’ releases endorphins and gives us a warm cosy feeling. I think we all knew that didn’t we?!