As I am at sorts today, and didn’t have a post ready, I thought I would steal this Tag from Shanah the amazing Bionic Book Worm, and why not!
WHO — Name an author you would love to have a ‘One to One’ with.
It would have to be Louise Penny. I was lucky enough to see her at a book signing last year, here locally. And got my obligatory 3 seconds with her as she wrote me a personal message in the book I was buying: GLASS HOUSES. But I would love to sit down with her and do a full-on interview at length, over coffee and cakes at the Bistro.
WHAT — What genre do you most gravitate to?
It use to be always science fiction but then, over the last couple of years, I turned to a life of crime … crime fiction reading, that is. I love me a good mystery, police procedural, or a good spy thriller these days. The Cold War is definitely not over, yet!
WHERE — Where do you prefer to read?
Anywhere. But as a preference, I guess I would have to go with the couch in the lounge, for comfort’s sake. You know, with the blankie and a cup of Earl Grey, hot.
WHEN — What time of day do you prefer to read?
As above, my answer would have to be, anytime. Anytime I can squeeze in a few minutes, especially when reading a really good book. I don’t want to be away from it for any length of time. And yes, I read on the porcelain throne (don’t you?)
WHY — Why is your favourite book your favourite book?
Eh, maybe as a child or teenager, I had one book I would call my fav—at the time. But now, I would say any book with well-conceived characters, well-written snappy dialogue, and a clever plot. I want to be amazed, wowed and wooed! I know, I don’t ask a lot do I?
BONUS — How do you go about selecting what you will read next?
Gee, really? By tarot cards, at midnight, under a Gibbous moon, having sacrificed my lunch on an altar made of polished pebbles from a beach off the coast of Goa, while dress as a Goth, with black-eye make-up, smelling of hibiscus flower water collected at dawn’s first light, from an island in the Caribbean in a conch seashell handed down from mother to daughter … what, no, seriously … wait … where are you going, there’s more.
Dang, I wasn’t finished … consider yourself tagged.