Books To Bury Me With: Francesca Lia Block

The book I’d want to take with me to the grave:
The Egyptian Book of the Dead by Normandi Ellis. But I'm going to be aqua-cremated so...

The first book that hit me like a ton of bricks:

Ariel by Sylvia Plath.

The book that’s seen more of my tears, coffee stains, and cigarette burns:

Whatever I’m writing at the time though the stains are from tears, matcha and GT Dave’s Gingeraid kombucha.  

The book that shook my world like a goddamn hurricane:

Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston.

The book I wish I’d discovered when my liver was still intact:

Liver’s okay. Heart less so but reading and writing help repair it.

The book I’d shove into everyone’s hands if I were king of the world:

No Kings. That said, Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison. 

The book that nearly drove me to madness:

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski. I love it so much, though. And Weetzie Bat is in the footnotes! 

The book I can’t keep my hands off of, no matter how many times I’ve read it:

The person book I’m currently dating reading, if they’re it’s good.

The book I’d hide in the back of my closet, pretending I’m too highbrow for it:

Oh my god ask me this about songs haha. I don’t have guilty book pleasures just pleasures. 

The book that left a scar I wish I could forget:

In the Miso Soup by Ryu Murakami.

The author who made me think, "Now that’s a soul in torment”:

Herbert “Cubby" Selby Jr. but then I met him in the early 80s and he was so sweet and seemed so peaceful.

The book I’d get a tattoo of if I had the nerve:

Witch Baby. 

The book that made me question everything I thought I knew:

Whatever book I’m currently writing. 

The book that’s so damn good I’d never loan it out:

None. I always share my books. 

The book that’s been my companion through the darkest nights:

Whatever I’m currently reading as long as its not social media. 

The book I’d throw in someone’s face during a heated argument:

Never throw books. It might hurt them. Ha...

The book that reminds me of a lost love or regret:

Annihilation Anxiety the book I’m currently writing. 

The book I wish I could have written, but know I never could:

Beloved by Toni Morrison. 

The book that makes me want to drink myself into oblivion:

The Shards by Brett Easton Ellis and I don’t even drink. 

The book that’s been my refuge from the world’s cruelty:

The Animal Family by Randall Jarrell, The Little Fur Family by Margaret Wise Brown and Mr. Rabbit and the Lovely Present by Charlotte Zolotow.