Strout's determination to interweave her characters as Salinger once did with the Glass family has pulled all of my attention in her direction.
White's writing more than I do, and God knows how many hours I've spent having conversations with Stephen King in my mind (read 85 books every year? really, Steve?), but when I learned that the Amy and Isabelle of Strout's recent Olive, Again were two characters who had been introduced in an earlier novel called Amy and Isabelle, and I didn't yet know them, well.Įlizabeth Strout excites me more than any writer has since I was first introduced to J.D. So, when it came time for me to pack up my car, so to speak, with the necessary gear for the first part of my journey, I labored greatly over who I would choose to start my literary journey. If I were to choose three books that bring the state of Maine to life for me, they would be: Plus, with its geographic location in the far northeastern corner of the country, it's a great place to begin. My impulse to start with Maine was strong three of my all-time favorite writers have made the setting a famous one for me, despite never having actually traveled to the state. No offense to any residents of any particular state, but it's a lot easier to find books set in New York than Nebraska, if only due to population. I've bugged many of you on here for titles, especially if you were from a smaller state or an area that has had a smaller output of literature. I knew I wanted to start in Maine, I knew I wanted my reading road trip to follow a geographic trail that would make cogent sense in a vehicle, and I knew I wanted to include fiction, middle grades reads, and poetry. Since this past June, I've been somewhat obsessed with compiling my itinerary. So, why not travel the way I've always traveled best? Through books. It has been far too long since I've had a good road trip, and I am determined to see all 50 states of this still-beautiful nation before I die.īut, despite my itch, my reality has informed me that I'm not going anywhere.
Last summer, as I realized yet again that a road trip across America would not take place (due in part to First Daughter's chronic car sickness and the same daughter's inability to spend 5 minutes in a contained space with Second Daughter), I went into a funk.
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