The star's for this: she writes a novel and then quotes one of the characters at length in this book. What chutzpah.
It's even better than the academics who cite things they haven't written yet.
Why have I picked it up? I'm sleeping badly. It made me closely examine what's in the bookshelf in the room in which I am generally living at the moment.
Oh yes. I see what's happened. Many years ago when I first moved into this house, I very sensibly put all the philosophy out in the spare bedroom where nobody would ever have to look at it. Kant. Heidegger. Rand. Nietzche. Machiavelli. Robert Audrey (yes, even worse, there is anthropology). There's Voltaire and Jung and Freud. There's Jerry Rubin, books on Jesus and books on drug communes. You get the drift.
Of course, guests would have to live with it, but at the very least it would ensure that they moved on at a decent pace. Little did I know it would be my place of residence later on.
Major reorganisation of bookshelves to take place. Novels. Poetry. Comics. Things to dream by.