Some books you like for the plot, others you like for the language. I think it’s something of a misnomer to say “I don’t like reading”. It’s like saying you don’t like music, it’s probably because you haven’t found the right music yet.
One of my favourite authors of all time is Nick Hornby, writer of High Fidelity, About A Boy and A Long Way Down. Hornby has a brilliant understanding of relationships (not just romantically) and the process of individual growth, but also writes in a really accessible way. To cut my swooning short, I like his books because they’re just so damn wise. They’re also not pretentious. And very British (not in a patriotic sort of way, but familiar. Maybe that’s more because of the regular appearance of miserable, sarcastic gits which I have a bit of a soft spot for).
So Happy Birthday, Nick Hornby. I can’t give him a personalised message from The Boss, but here’s an homage styled as a book cover. I love how he constructs stories, so it’s a portrait of the man himself building his books.
(and in case anyone has read the books, About A Boy on the back cover is a reference to Dead Duck Day)