Having a singular favorite book seems impossible; there are too many choices, all amid the shifting nature of moods and memories. I think what we take from a story depends on the context of our life, those particulars of the exact moment it’s read. And given the overwhelming variety of books—and the variety of life— it’s pretty laughable to stop and declare “this is it.”
That said, Lorrie Moore's Who Will Run the Frog Hospital?opens a new window is it for me. I feel a little silly saying that, but it’s true. The back jacket note its “bittersweet nostalgia”—it’s also pretty funny—and I look for that feeling in every book I pick up. Though, I’m just as happy when I don’t find it. I love reading anything, especially when I encounter new worlds and new voices.