Novelist David Ebershoff, a Random House editor who’s worked with Charles Bock and Norman Mailer, discusses one of his earliest memories as a reader in the Milwaukee Journal-Sentinel:
As I got older, I started spending more and more of my summers reading. I’d go down to my grandparents’ basement, a corner of which they had decorated as a Hawaiian-themed lounge. There, on an old white vinyl couch with a grass-skirt pinned to the wall above, I’d lie down with the novels that so many children before me (and since) have snuck away with: “Flowers in the Attic,” “The Outsiders,” and, perhaps prematurely, “Wifey. In the cool, dark atmosphere of that Milwaukee basement some of my first impulses to become a writer took root.