I think I have more favorites now, though.
8 Famous Authors On The First Book They Ever Loved
What does it mean to love a book? Should it be relatable? Beautiful? Must you share common interests? Is it not just as exciting to curl up with one you don't fully understand?
The one I'm most passionate about, which is to say the one I'm currently reading, is Graham Greene's The End of the Affair.
It was love at first sentence, a line the designer of the reprint edition wisely chose to place on the back cover: "A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses a moment of experience from which to look ahead." Greene and I have been inseparable ever since. In fact, you might say we've been spending too much time together, that I've been neglecting my previous interests -- those books penned by sharp or wounded women. But, as Greene sagely notes, this type of love is prone to running its course quickly.
Habit and admiration, on the other hand, are more likely to last. Which is why, after being read The Billy Goats Gruff every single night for weeks, my three-year-old self declared it my favorite book. I couldn't read yet, but I had the thing memorized, a fact I was happy to demonstrate to everyone I met, troll voice and all. There's not much of a moral to The Billy Goats Gruff, a peculiar fairy tale about pudgy farm animals. But it instilled in me a great reverence for silliness, a quality I still very much value in a story. In that sense, you could say I've never forgotten the first book I ever loved.
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