Summer, to me, means libraries. Well, every time of year means libraries to me, but particularly summer, when I (used to) have all the reading time in the world.
Libraries are cool, quiet places where you can escape the heat and the sun on your pale, pale skin, and get lost for hours in worlds both real and imaginary. You can check out as many books as you want at once, your arms struggling under the weight and awkwardness of lugging a tipsy pile around, because even though you only have a three week time period in which to read all of these books, and you’ll probably never read all 9 of them, even if you renew some of them, you still can’t decide between them all to cut the stack down to a more manageable size.
Some things just can’t be helped.
I blame my mother.
She was a librarian. Big fan of reading.
Then again, so is Dad.
Well in that case I blame both of them for my greediness at libraries. For their <scoff> encouragement of reading by taking me to the local library on average once a week while growing up—twice a week, typically, in the summer—and all of us getting to know the entire library staff on a first-name basis. (I wonder if Ellen still works there?)
Yeah, yeah…that’s it…it’s their fault I have a proclivity for whiling away entire summer weekends curled up inside my apartment, or on a lounge chair by the pool under a big, floppy hat and massive amounts of SPF 100.
And really, if we’re being fair, it’s Ben Franklin’s fault, too. Had he not formed the first public lending library, I would never have gotten into this mess in the first place. Had it not been for Ben Franklin, I MIGHT BE THE OUTDOORSY TYPE.
I’m happy to announce that I’ve so far finished two books off the McPolish Summer Reading List—The Brightest Star in the Sky, by Marian Keyes, and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer. I recommend both. Marian Keyes does what she does best—weaving together twelve million different plot and people lines, and Mary Ann Shaffer, while the first few pages were a bit slow, really hooks you by about page 15.
But don’t take my word for it.
(Name that show!)