22 things Harriet Fenn from London, England actually loves
- A manuscript that surprises me by page three
- Daunt Books on Marylebone High Street
- The London Library, the stacks, the dust, the light
- A cup of builder's tea at my desk at 10am
- Penelope Fitzgerald's The Bookshop
- A semicolon removed on the third pass and the sentence breathing better for it
- Hampstead Heath on a clear Sunday, which in London means twice a year
- A good galley proof, the smell of it
- Hilary Mantel's Wolf Hall, which I wish I'd edited
- A gin and tonic at The Lamb in Bloomsbury
- My authors, the difficult ones most of all
- The 24 bus from Hampstead to Pimlico, top deck, front seat
- Nick Drake's Pink Moon
- The conviction that a good editor is invisible
- John le Carre's The Spy Who Came in from the Cold, the last paragraph
- A red pencil, not a pen, never a pen
- Rachel Cusk's Outline trilogy
- The moment an author trusts you enough to kill their darling
- The British Museum Reading Room, even though they ruined it
- The principle that every sentence should earn its place
- Toast soldiers with a soft-boiled egg, a childhood holdover I refuse to outgrow
- Kazuo Ishiguro's restraint