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Here's where I introduce myself through five books. So difficult!
1. Jesmyn Ward's Men We Reaped is a book that just killed me with its beauty and its honesty. Beautiful, beautiful sentences, scorchingly honest scenes from the author's life as she tries to understand why the beautiful young black men in her life are dying.
2. Another Country by James Baldwin. Baldwin is one of my favorite writers. I love his essays; his writing is brilliant and searingly honest. This novel just held me in an unrelenting grip.
3. The Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon. My copy is bristling with post-it notes. There is no other book quite like this one: a lady-in-waiting in the Japanese court of an eleventh century empress, Shonagon wrote poetic lists, sarcastic descriptions of life at court, and the most exquisite vignettes of her daily life.
4. The Maddaddam trilogy by Margaret Atwood. I read Oryx and Crake when it first came out, then reread it and the other two books (The Year of the Flood and Maddaddam) last summer. This is my sweet spot: intelligent writing, irony, climate change and greed. Plus, Margaret Atwood is my spirit animal.
5. All the Victorian classics. And all the Russian classics. That should cover it. This essential me-ness comes from a childhood where I stumbled upon Jane Eyre, and teen years where I discovered Dostoyevsky. I wouldn't be me without The Idiot, Crime and Punishment, everything by Anthony Trollope, all the stories by Anton Chekhov, and George Eliot's Middlemarch. Is that more than five books????