I always ask people about their favourite books, and I don’t care if it’s Noddy in Toyland, as long as there is something to say about it. In fact, Orlando the Marmalade Cat is certainly a book I would take with me in the life-and-death struggle. What about you?
A friend told me once she had no favourite book. No favourite movie. No favourite. It seems to be something that vexed her a little.
I wondered about that. She is passionate, definitely, and she has many books that she loves. Yet still I wonder why she has no favourite books.
Perhaps she loved them all generously. And there was never a need to love any less.