I like books. Popcorn, pita sandwiches, club soda with lemon. Rocking out, black coffee, fashion magazines, reference books, ghost stories, big ol' earrings, Paul Newman, slipstream/fabulist/new wave fabulist/new weird/etc. fiction, Wikipedia, garden gnomes, post-apacolyptic dystopias, sushi, photography (and my boyfriend who takes pretty pictures), house plants, horror, dark fantasy, cooking with cast-iron, knitting, punk rock, silent movies, playing hostess... ya know.
Stephen Fry. Kafka. Margaret Atwood.
Low Down Two-Bit Sidewinder. Wiggle. Warning.
Old people solving mysteries. Film noir. Pretty much anything involving zombies.
The Prisoner. Black Books. Hamish Macbeth.
Joy Williams, Jonathan Lethem, Hunter S. Thompson, Dr. Frank (Portman), Jorge Luis Borges, Margaret Atwood, Michael Chabon, Kelly Link, Truman Capote, Neil Gaiman, Zelda Fitzgerald, Stephen King, Aaron Cometbus, Tennessee Williams, the Brontes, Flannery O'Connor, Roberto Bolano. Currently reading: Wuthering Heights.
Miss Marple. You gotta love a woman who can knit while she solves mysteries. That'll be me. Some day. Some day...