For Readers


Authors and Titles 
A short list of some of my favorites. I've tried to limit myself to authors who are alive today... but I've never been good with limits.

Jenfifer Adam - The Last Windwitch; Lark and the Wild Hunt

Rudolfo Anaya - Bless Me, Ultima

Francesca Lia Block - Weetzie Bat

Pema Chödrön - When Things Fall Apart (major influence)

John Crowley - Little, Big

Adam Gidwitz - A Tale Dark and Grimm 

Andrea Hairston - Redwood & Wildfire

Zora Neale Hurston - Their Eyes Were Watching God (major influence)

Maxine Hong Kingston - The Woman Warrior (major influence)

Kelly Jones - Unusual Chickens for the Exceptional Poultry Farmer; Murder, Magic, & What We Wore; & More

Ellen Kushner - Thomas the Rhymer, Swordspoint

Yoon Ha Lee - Conservation of Shadows

Ursula K. Le Guin - The Wave in the Mind (major influence)

Cormac McCarthy - All the Pretty Horses (but I didn't care for The Road)

Madeline Miller - Circe

Toni Morrison - Beloved

Mary Oliver - Upstream (major influence)

Phillip Pullman - His Dark Materials Trilogy

Arundhati Roy - The God of Small Things (major influence)

Eliot Schrefer - Endangered

Delia Sherman - The Freedom Maze; Young Woman in a Garden; The Evil Wizard Smallbone

Tiffany Trent - The Unnaturalists

Ysabeau Wilce - The Flora Trilogy; Libels, Prophecies, & Dreams

Terri Windling - The Wood Wife (major influence)

Jeanette Winterson - The Passion (major influence)

Virginia Woolf - Orlando; A Room of One's Own; The Waves (major influence)

 Resources
Goodreads - an excellent site for sharing reviews and tracking your reading history and wish list. My profile is here.

Nancy Pearl - Super librarian and all-around nice person.

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