Deborah Scroggins is the author of Wanted Women: Faith, Lies and the War on Terror: The Lives of Ayaan Hirsi Ali and Aafia Siddiqui. (HarperCollins, January 17, 2012). Her first book, Emma's War (Pantheon, 2002), won the Ridenhour Prize for Truth-telling. A former editor and reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, she has also written for Vogue, Granta, the Nation, the NYT Sunday Magazine and many other publications. She lives in Massachusetts with her husband, the writer Colin Campbell, and their two daughters.
On your nightstand now:
Jennifer Egan's A Visit from the Goon Squad and Ali Soufan's The Black Banners.
Favorite book when you were a child:
The Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I was laid up after a bicycle accident and I read it over and over again.
Your top five authors:
Leo Tolstoy, George Elliott, Nagib Mahfouz, Thomas Mann and Boris Pasternak. I love the great realists, the ones who show you a whole world in their books.
Book you've faked reading:
The Iliad. (It's my husband's favorite book, but I don't do epic poetry.)
Book you're an evangelist for:
The Looming Tower by Lawrence Wright. A masterpiece of nonfiction narrative and the best single book on 9/11.
Book you've bought for the cover:
The Persian Bride by James Buchan. That picture of a dainty foot on a Persian rug was the perfect enticement to dive into a exquisite love story as well as a fantastic introduction to Iranian history and culture.
Book that changed your life:
Marianne Alireza's At the Drop of a Veil: The True Story of a California Girl's Years in an Arabian Harem. Thirty-odd years after I first read this memoir, I'm still fascinated by the subject of women and Islam.
Favorite line from a book:
"The past is never dead. It's not even past." --Requiem for a Nun, William Faulkner
Book you most want to read again for the first time:
Gone with the Wind. My parents gave it to me at the age of 11 thinking it would keep me quiet on a flight to Europe. I was so enthralled that I missed half the vacation. The politics would probably spoil it for me if I tried to read it now, but I still remember how real Scarlett and Melanie felt to me then.