Summer Lovin

Summer got you feeling like this?

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Or this?

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If so, you may be experiencing Summer Lovin’: either the deep abiding love of summer or summer, you know, lovin‘. Camp romancin’, beach townie flirtin’, lifeguard swoonin’, county fair corn dog sharin’, eventually regret-filled THRILLZ. Awellah wella wella unh.

Tell you more? Tell you more?

If you’ve been standing by the mailbox in your summer best every day like:

…with nary a look from your postal worker or neighbors, it’s time to take a breather. You can still get friendly down in the saa–aaa-aaa-nd. Just do it with a book! On a towel. And don’t actually get the book too sandy, Sandy. Other people gotta read that when you’re done.

Ok, to you from me Pinky Lee. A list of a books that sure beat the foam domes around here:

Too Pure to Be Pink: Classic Summer Romance for Sandra Dee types

Tell me about it, stud.

My Life Next Door by Huntley Fitzpatrick

Summer Secrets by Jane Green

We’ll Always Have Summer and P.S. I Still Love You by Jenny Han

Somebody to Love by Kristin Hannah

The Perfect Letter by Chris Harrison (The Bachelor host!)

A Summer Affair by Elin Hildenbrand

Nantucket Blue  by Leila Howland

The Summer of Chasing Mermaids by Sarah Ockler

The Beekeeper’s Ball and Home Before Dark by Susan Wiggs

Hickies from Kenicke: Not too Romance-y Romances  for Betty Rizzo types

These authors weren’t writing with a defective typewriter!

Paper Lanterns: Love Stories by Stuart Dybek

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides

My Mistress’s Sparrow is Dead: Love Stories from Chekhov to Munro, edited by Jeffrey Eugenides (he gets two listings, cause I’m hopelessly devoted to him)

Of Love and Other Demons and Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

I Am Having So Much Fun Here Without You by Courtney Maum

The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch

Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell

Seating Arrangements by Maggie Shipstead

Body Surfing and Sea Glass by Anita Shreve

The Summer Invitation by Charlotte Silver

Don’t haul your cookies all the way to the beach without a book. Hold on till the end of summer with these books, but remember to come back to me in the fall for more reading suggestions. We go together like ramalamalama-dadingdadadingdadong. Don’t make me stand at the top of the bleachers at school smellin’ my pits and wondering what you’re doing. Don’t leave me stranded at the drive-in. Stranded. A fool. Don’t leave me for Cha Cha DeGregorio or Scientology. Don’t stop reading this blog because I use too many quotes from Grease (also if I can figure out a way to do this with Sister Act 2, I’m definitely going to do that #backinthehabit).

Ok, that’s my post. Isn’t it the most, to say the least?

 

 

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