Found a 2016 drawing I did of my favourite books, way before I considered doing commissions of these.
I’m happy to see how many books I’ve read since then that have made it into my current faves and how a re-read can make you remember how great something is, a good reminder that your next book could always be the best one you’ve read!
Also, most of those old faves would still be in contention.
Also, how is The Goldfinch still Donna Tartt’s most recent novel?
Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patters that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.
