Summer got you feeling like this?
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
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
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)
The Sea, The Sea by Iris Murdoch
Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell
Seating Arrangements by Maggie Shipstead
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?