1. Total number of books I’ve owned
I couldn’t begin to even estimate…enough for a small-town library, I’d guess. I prefer buying books to reading library books, as I’ll go back and re-read them over the years. When I moved to the UK, I literally adopted out my library, separating the books into piles for the people that I thought would really love them. My parents still have several boxes that I couldn’t bear to part with, and couldn’t afford to ship…I pick some up on each visit.
2. The last book I bought
My last Amazon order had several books by Alice Hoffman that I hadn’t read, The Ice Queen and The Blackbird House.
3. The last book I read
Presently reading In the Night Room by Peter Straub. Undecided about it so far – not one of his best. I think that Shadowland was a gorgeous book. [edit – just finished it, and still not impressed. Although I hadn’t read lost boy, lost girl so that may have something to do with it.]
4. Five books that mean a lot to me
I’m going to use books/authors interchangeably on this:
Most books by Charles de Lint, whom I love. If I could live in a book, Newford would be my new hometown.
Shadowland, by Peter Straub. I love books that blur the line between magic and reality, real and unreal, that open doors to what may be possible. That is why one of my favourite genres is magical realism.
The Valdemar novels by Mercedes Lackey. Although she bugs me as a person, and there is an element of whininess to her characters, she did write Vanyel, who at one time I loved more than I have ever loved a real human being.
Tam Lin by Pamela Dean. Janet is the person whom I would have been had I been a different person…that probably makes no sense to anyone other than myself.
Drawing Blood by Poppy Z. Brite. Perfect, perfect book, perfect characters. I know she’s done with this type of book, but I do miss her darker work.