In May it seems that summer will stretch languidly to the crack o' doom, that long days and warm nights will bring book after book to some poolside paradise where the mojitos never run dry. Then I awaken from that dream and realize that I am giving a lecture I need to obsess over, or have an essay past due, and the next thing I know I'm up to my neck in Anglo-Norman lapidaries. Not the guilty pleasure, alcohol accompanied reading I had in mind back in May.
Of course it could be worse: I could be swallowed and excreted by a fox.
As I'm packing for Maine, I am dithering over which of my unfinished volumes of light summer reading will accompany me on the trip. Behold an image of the bottom of my night table, on which you will find stacked the following aestival fluff, along with the page number I've reached so far:
- Edward P. Jones, All Aunt Hagar's Children (p. 347)
- Christopher Paolini, Eragon (Alex's signed edition, which he begged me to read, p. 393)
- Geraldine Brooks, People of the Book (p. 294)
- Toni Morrison, A Mercy (p. 3)
- Jhumpa Lahiri, Unaccustomed Earth (p. 0)
- Harry Turtledove, The Gladiator: A Tale of Crosstime Traffic (another Alex insistence, p. 0)
- Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (p. 0)
- Michael Chabon, Maps and Legends (p. 15)
- Marcel Proust, Swann's Way (p. 132)
So how about you: what non-scholarly books have you read this summer ... or attempted to read? What are your favorites? What didn't you like?