A Year in Reading: Nadia Owusu
In the beginning, there was snow. An Airbnb upstate with a fireplace, a hot tub, and an extensive collection of classical music CDs. My partner and I brought prosecco to toast 2020—a better year, we hoped.
I brought a new notebook and a folder full of research for the novel I was about to begin drafting. My partner, a jazz musician, brought his tenor saxophone. He was eager for uninterrupted time to practice and compose. For me, the Airbnb provided the perfect reading environment. Nowhere to go, lyric-less music, warmth. I brought seven books for seven days. Too many, but better safe than sorry. I finished three: Elena Ferrante’s The Days,’s and by All three were books that had long been on my TBR list and I admired them as much as I’d hoped.
