If I Was Made Of Cake I'd

I Got In The Habit Of Giving Away A Book As Soon As I've Finished It Because I Lived In A Housing Co-op At Cambridge And Had No Space To Keep Books.

I Say "on Principle" [regarding 'lesbian Writer'] Because Whenever You Get One Of Your Minority Labels Applied, Like "irish Writer," "canadian Writer," "woman Writer," "lesbian Writer" - Any Of Those Categories - You Always Slightly Wince Because You're Afraid That People Will Think That Means You're Only Going To Write About Canada Or Ireland, You Know.

I'm A Huge Planner, More And More So As The Years Go By.

I Found Motherhood A Crash Course In Existentialism (what Is My Purpose In Life, Am I Mistress Or Slave Of My Destiny, When The Hell Do I Get Some Sleep?) And [the Book] Room Was The Result.

The Collector [john Fowles Book] Does Such A Good Job Of Capturing The Mindset Of A Capturer, And Also That's Become A Banal Trope Of Every Second Crime Novel: The Weirdo, Fetishistic Watcher/stalker/kidnapper/kidnapper Of Women Or Children.