A Year in Reading: Anna Biller
Lately I’ve been on a kick where I’m rereading all of the classics I read years ago, and catching up on a few stray ones that I missed. Since I’m a bit of a gourmet and I have food allergies, I spend a great deal of time in the kitchen. And while I’m shopping, cooking, cleaning, and taking my daily walks in the hills behind my house, I always have an audiobook in my ear. This year I listened to: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , and . I enjoyed all of these immensely; my favorites were the French novels. No one brings decadent Parisian characters to life in their exquisite salons like and , and as (although and are close seconds). And and are two of my perennial favorites. My least favorite was the , which was only interesting to me insofar as it described the underwater landscapes. I also listened to my own debut novel , read by a top-notch British female narrator hiding under a pseudonym (yes, it’s scandalous)!
