Do you have indelible memories of reading a certain book in a certain place?
Geraldine Brooks’ People of the Book anchored me to my couch for an entire day. I could not put it down. In fact, I resented having to stop reading long enough to turn on the lamp when the daylight faded.
I read The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold, on a flight from Dallas to Boston. My husband wondered why I was crying when we were headed to a much-anticipated vacation.
The Constant Gardener, by John le Carre, kept me company on the dock outside a friend’s house in Maine. The day started out foggy; I didn’t even notice when the fog cleared. I got a sunburn.