It seems that the thing to do once the weather gets warmer is make lists of must-reads for summer. This is fair enough, though I do have to wonder why I don’t see must-read lists for winter, when the latest blizzard has you housebound, because being stuck indoors for fear of getting hypothermia upon venturing outdoors seems like a great excuse for getting a lot of reading done. But maybe that’s just me. In any case, as I was perusing my RSS feeds yesterday (which had been piling up — I no longer seem to have time to read things on the internet now that Arabic owns my life), and I noted several posts and articles from different places with reading picks for the summer. To paraphrase what I told Levi, I don’t really get it. Am I supposed to have more time to read now that the weather’s warm? Should I be packing a suitcase full of books and heading out to some beach somewhere to court skin cancer and fill my annual quota of chick lit reading? (Another thing — why are these summer picks often insipid? Like we’re supposed to be reading more because what we’re reading is dumb?)
What is it about summer that means it’s reading time? Is it something ingrained from childhood, that summer means freedom and the ability to read whatever we want to once we’re free of the expectations of teachers? Whatever it is, there are a lot of lists out there, and since there are already plenty, I don’t feel the need to make another one. Besides, I’m pretty much not reading anything these days other than my Arabic textbook, so it’s not like I’m running over with recommendations. I will note that it looks like Ian McEwan’s On Chesil Beach (that Levi reviewed just days ago) is a popular pick for the season — I’ve noted favorable reviews and summer-list status for this one in a few places.
Anyway, since I’m not writing a list of summer must-reads, I thought maybe I could get you to do it. What are you reading this summer? On Chesil Beach? Other stuff? Go on, share your picks and recommendations for the season.