John Irving.

I love his work have been to so many of his readings, have read everything he has written, and have researched the hell out of him. Even met him a few times.

Embarrassingly to the point of practically being a stalker because (and this is purely coincidence, honest) at one point we lived close to each other. I would sometimes see him on the subway or at the market. I'm not crazy nor was I in any way infatuated with him, although I did name my son Owen after Owen Meany.

Ok TMI, I am out. LMAO! You asked!