I'm always reading something, usually multiple books at a time.
Although I have read quite a few of Joyce Carol Oates's works, since she is so prolific, I think I've just barely scraped the surface. One of the things I admire about her is her eclecticism. She doesn't confine herself to any one genre nor fall back on any sort of a formula.
Probably the first book of hers that I read was Them. I recall it was on my parents' bookshelf. My dad was in her graduating class at Syracuse University, and he used to tell me with some pride that he and she were both on the school paper, The Daily Orange. While I was a PhD student in the 1990s, she gave a talk at my university, and I was lucky to be chosen to attend the post-talk dinner. She couldn't have been a more gracious dinner companion. And no, she didn't remember my dad, but I didn't necessarily expect her to!
I enjoyed this memoir, and it made me realize how little I knew about Oates's personal life. One of the things I enjoyed was the afterword, in which she makes a distinction between "memoir" and "autobiography" and explains which elements and details she had changed in order to protect the privacy of some of the people she wrote about. She also described some of the people and events she did not include and explained why she made that choice. Ever the teacher, she teaches her readers about the text they have just read.
The narrator of the audiobook has a very pleasant voice, though it often struck me how unlike the author's voice it is. Like the word "demure." I recall at the talk she gave at my university, Oates sharing with incredulity that people are always expecting her to be demure. And her pronunciation of the word, in her Western New York accent, sounds quite different from the narrator's rendition. Still a good reading, though.