The first book I fell in love with was “Stuart Little” by E.B. White. I remember lying on my mother’s bed with some of my siblings while she read to us. I wept when Stuart was accidently washed down the drain. Then, I was enchanted with the antics of rat, mole, and their riverbank friends in “The Wind In the Willows” by Kenneth Grahame. I wished for a nanny like P.L. Travers’ “Mary Poppins” and, more than anything, I wanted my own Tinkerbell and loved “Peter Pan” by James Barrie.
When I started reading on my own, my favorite book was “The Once and Future King” by T.H. White. I have been meaning to reread it for years. Shirley Hazzard’s “Transit of Venus” is a perfect novel which I do read again and again. Robertson Davies' wonderful Deptford trilogy is also right up there. More recently, some titles on the top of my list are: “Lila” by Marilynne Robinson, “Moon Tiger” by Penelope Lively (and almost anything else she writes), “All the Light You Cannot See” by Anthony Doerr, “A Constellation of Vital Phenomena” by Anthony Marra, “Cutting for Stone” by Abraham Verghese, “Warlight” by Michael Ondaatje, "Between Them" by Richard Ford, and for sheer delight ‘Beautiful Ruins” by Jess Walter.
As for books, on the ‘to be read pile.’ I feel badly I have never read any Faulkner. But …no promises. Also, I do not read much non-fiction, and I am going to read Jill Lepore’s “These Truths: A History of the United States.”