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Every summer I get giddy thinking about the sweet, sweaty hours to come immersed in mindless books.  Oh I know, mindless is a bit strong, but summer reading has a flavor that sets it apart from other more intellectual seasons. As school ends and the temperature rises, I escape into new worlds, meeting interesting characters who keep me company through the long lazy days of sunshine.  Thus far I have plowed through three books, The Gift by Lois Lowry, The Girl Who Chased the Moon by Sarah Addison Allen, and most recently The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows (positively lovely).  I recommend all three with enthusiasm and although I have no intention of penning a literary description of any kind I will say, that each book left me feeling a bit lighter, not smarter but certainly lighter.  I'll keep you posted as my hefty stack of unread books continues to shrink.  Just imagine what enthusiasm I will garner for my literary pursuits once the weather outside no longer looks like this:
Can anyone say "ENOUGH ALREADY!!!"?

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wind said…
I love receiving book referrals....as for the gushing river on your street, you are the envy of my town who has not had a drop all year....boo hoo.
May 30, 2011 at 10:59 PM
Rose Turner said…
'The Dogs of Babel' by Carolyn Parkhurst
A love story of the highest order; complete with images you cannot shake, no matter how hard you try, or want to...and a feeling of loss when the last page is turned. It's wonderful :)
June 1, 2011 at 5:50 AM
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