Booking Through Thursday appears to be a twofer today. First question:
Now that summer is here (in the northern hemisphere, anyway), what is the most “Summery” book you can think of? The one that captures the essence of summer for you?
(I’m not asking for you to list your ideal “beach reading,” you understand, but the book that you can read at any time of year but that evokes “summer.”)
I will not use this opportunity to curse the rain or the distinct lack of beach weather we’ve been having in my corner of the Northern Hemisphere. It may be the weather talking, but it’s easier for me to think of favorite books that convey a sense of “fall” to me. Some of my favorites: Tam Lin, by Pamela Dean, and of course The Westing Game.
I think it’s less the type of book and more the act of reading more than three books in one week that says summer to me. Getting immersed in a book, devouring it, and then zooming to the next with few distractions. Especially if I’ve got a mystery, followed by a zany travel book, followed by an odd but highly readable bio. And a good poetry collection for when I’m feeling a little less focused… Yes, books are the heaviest part of my vacation suitcase, why do you ask?
Thinking about summer also makes me want to write more. Not just the various journalism and blogging I do. But a memoir about growing up with my particular wordy, funny, intensely loving family. And the time Aunt Ruthanne put dog food on the grill instead of charcoal briquettes.