I’ve been thinking this one over, and I think I’d like to go out feeling all heartburstingly faithful in the good of mankind, so I’d pick 84, Charing Cross Road, but I’d have to read it 24 times to fill that day, so I’m going with Amphigorey.
If you had 24 hours to live, a room with four walls, a chair and no door, and your choice of book with which to spend those last 24 hours, what would that book be?
I haven’t decided yet, but I’m enjoying thinking about it. Much of what I read now is dictated by a vague notion of self-improvement. That’d be out the window (if there were a window). Much of what I’ve read in the past just wouldn’t feel worthy of my last day.
I’m not talking your desert island movies here, this is the last thing you will ever read. I’ll post some possibilities when I think of them.