My mother was a reader. She’d get lost in a story, in her thoughts. It was something she did for herself, in solitude.
My sisters and I all remember her reading at the kitchen table. And there were always books on her nightstand, so presumably she also read in bed. Though with our early childhood bedtimes, this isn’t anything we would have witnessed.
My own love of reading, which went on to inspire my career as an interviewer of authors in broadcast and live events, is directly passed down by my mother. My rule about never going anywhere without a book is also a credit to my mother’s modeling.
Her love of reading began early in her childhood, growing up in Amityville, Long Island. She would share stories of how she’d sit below a tree with her beloved Nancy Drew or Cherry Ames. These old books I have found would have my mother’s beautiful signature in them, leaving no doubt as to who the proud owner was. Signing her books was a tradition she carried forward with her into her adult collection, as well. The dozens of books in my childhood home would line shelves in a way that was as comforting as our family photos. I would sometimes sit mesmerized, taking in the way the spines morphed into a piece of artwork.
The books I selected below as a representation of my mom’s literary taste span the late ’60s and ’70s, and a few from the ’90s that I enjoyed reading as well.
Erma Bombeck, When You Look Like Your Passport Photo—It’s Time to Go Home
This book is filled with humor and heart. Anything from Erma is always a thoughtful and hilarious read. These short stories revolved around travel, and they are so relatable you’d think Erma was standing over your shoulder, watching you pack up for your own adventure.
Judith Krantz, Scruples
Krantz was the queen of her genre and made publishing history with her fast-paced soap-opera-like story about Billy and her rise to Rodeo royalty. Sex, revenge and scandal. This book has it all!
Sue Kaufman, Falling Bodies