My Father's Turtleneck

"Mary was not a pretty girl. But there was an animation to her face, an intelligence, which nullified her plainness. She read her favorite authors in curiously appropriate ways--Proust supinely, Faulkner with bourbon, O'Casey wearing my father's turtleneck." (161)

Last DeLillo/Americana, I promise. Curiously appropriate to this blog. I tend to read all my books the same way, or at least, the same three or four ways.

How about you?