The writers I like tend to be women who live, or who have lived, in New York, and who write about girls, growing up, and what it’s like to be a human being in this world.
I like weird books, and these people write them.
Is it too much to say Pippi Longstocking made me the woman I am today? No, no, it isn’t at all.
In which all books mentioned herein were published after 1975 and almost everybody is both female and still alive.
I’m a classics kind of girl. I’ve had the same eight favorite authors since I was 18.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on / And our little life is rounded with a sleep.”