Emma Donoghue: ‘Jonathan Livingston Seagull blew my tiny mind’

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My earliest reading memory
We had a large crack-spined hardback of Hilda Boswell’s illustrated Treasury of Children’s Stories that had survived my 7 siblings to travel down to me. For years, whenever my mother asked which bedtime communicative I’d for illustration retired of nan Treasury, I demanded Pinkel and nan Witch, a folk communicative recorded successful nan 1850s. My mother was truthful saturated of it she would groan and request maine to prime thing else, but she always caved. I don’t cognize why this communicative astir a risk-loving boy thief and nan scary/seductive witch whose land he many times sneaks connected to gripped maine for illustration thing else. But nan logic I retrieve it truthful vividly is nan implicit instruction I learned from my mother: springiness those you emotion what they crave, alternatively than what you deliberation they should want. I effort to dainty my readers nan aforesaid way.

My favourite book growing up
Noel Streatfeild’s Ballet Shoes, which I realise now was not only astir an replacement family (including all-but-spelled-out lesbian couple) but was astir apt nan first point I publication that said you should travel your dreams, a connection children get from each sides coming but didn’t so much then. Those penniless small reliable cookies scrabbling to make careers successful nan arts were my domiciled models.

The book that changed maine arsenic a teenager
I adored Alan Garner’s Red Shift, a YA caller set in Cheshire successful 3 different eras, which (without clip recreation aliases immoderate specified clunky device) suggests that nan history of a scenery haunts that landscape. I fishy Red Shift is why I’ve ended up penning humanities fiction.

The book that made me want to beryllium a writer
Sylvia Plath’s poems gathered posthumously successful Ariel made maine consciousness that putting nan correct words broadside by broadside was the astir vivid restitution life could offer.

The book I came backmost to
Antonia Forest’s bid astir nan Marlow family; I breezed done nan schoolhouse novels first, past sought retired each nan others, and went backmost to them over and complete for their engrossing and subtle exploration of quality relationships successful and extracurricular nan home.

The book I could never read again
I’m squirming arsenic I admit that erstwhile I discovered Richard Bach’s Jonathan Livingston Seagull, this allegorical fable of a seagull’s belief improvement blew my mini mind. I’m presently attempting my first animal novel, which I property to nan lingering effect of Jonathan, Richard Adams’s Watership Down and Robert C O’Brien’s Mrs Frisby and nan Rats of Nimh. I haven’t managed to reread Jonathan because its westernised Zen feels excessively dated, whereas nan different 2 still clasp up as solid stories.

The book I discovered later successful life
I stayed distant from Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick because I thought it would beryllium unreadable, but erstwhile I went whale watching in Boston I felt I simply had to effort it, and it was utterly brilliant. (The trick is to skip nan madder stretches.)

The book I americium currently reading
Hervé Le Tellier’s highbrow suspense caller The Anomaly. I’m having immoderate trouble remembering who’s who, but that kind of adds to nan profound disorder of the sci-fi premise.

My comfortableness read
Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series, full of wisdom and footnotes that make me laugh retired loud. If I ever get a terminal test it’ll beryllium Terry I turn to successful hopes of keeping nan timor mortis at bay.

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