So there you are, stuck on a deserted island. In your backpack you’ve got a nifty water purifying thingy; a lighter; some objects that you can MacGyver into something to procure food with; a waterproof pup tent; some chocolate kisses; a pack of cigarettes; and a book. What book is it? Mine might be Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle. Because at first it would make me laugh.
Now no cheating. No iPads, Nooks, Kindles, or blank Moleskins. I want to know what you would read if you had only one thing to read. Over and over again. And why. Why that book? And who put those cigarettes in your backpack?