A Year in Reading: Lilly Dancyger
This year marked a huge and welcome shift in my reading habits: I started reading fiction again, for the first time in thirteen years. I know, I know! I didn’t mean to stop for so long.
I kept meaning to get back to fiction, but as I was writing a memoir and then an essay collection, while editing essays and memoir and teaching memoir… the pile of nonfiction books that I urgently had to read—either as research for my own writing, or in preparation for a class or panel, or just to stay up on what was new in the genre—was constantly replenished and spilling over like Strega Nona’s pasta pot. As I scrambled to keep up, somehow more than a decade passed.
After so long away, it felt like Ibook?” This indecision prolonged the unintended break even longer.
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