I am asked this question surprisingly often. It goes like this:
“What do you do for fun?”
“Other than playing with the kids, harassing the wife, amusing the dog and playing human scratching post the cats? I am a novelist. Unpublished as of yet.”
“Oh! That’s cool! What’s your favorite book?”
What is my favorite book? What is my favorite book?
HOW CAN I CHOOSE? I LOVE SO MANY!
Do I talk about Dandelion Wine, which I read a hundred times growing up?
Or The Cat in the Hat, which I would read to my kids until they were asleep? For a year?
Or, perhaps, that rare book I found for my girlfriend in high school in which she, uh, enthusiastically thanked me?
Cities in Flight?
Marooned in Realtime?
Must I choose? Fine.
My favorite book is the book in my hand at the time you ask me!
There. I’ve picked!