In those happy bygone days when I was a smoker I would wake early, make myself a coffee, tuck myself up on the sofa with a book and read for an hour before breakfast: three fags.
Poetry is a great thing to give a novelist, I think. Very few of the volumes I own are ones I chose for myself. A treasured collection is by Harry Martinson, sent me by a friend and colleague which I'd otherwise never have come across.
Through Amado I sensed society could be more forgiving than life in Surrey. Tent of Miracles was my self-help book not something from the Mind and Body section. Armado's women are strong, and he loves them.