My BFF Books

These get the MVP award on my bookshelf

I used to be friends with a writer who couldn’t work unless she was wearing her belated father’s wool hunting shirt. I don’t know how she could stand it in the middle of the summer, but that shirt was her rabbit’s foot, her lucky charm, and it somehow got her brain up and running. I’ve always considered myself fortunate that I don’t have any rituals or talismans that I need to be productive. In fact, I’m pretty agnostic about where and how I work. It’s a relief, since I’ve found myself having to write in all sorts of circumstances: Hotel rooms, airplanes, other people’s houses, in bed, at the kitchen table, on my phone, in my pajamas.