Anyone who knows anything at all about me knows that I thrive in the coldest of winters, and that I suffocate--heart, body, and soul--in an oppressive summer heat wave. I always survive, barely:), but life would not be possible in these conditions without loads of books by my side. Not one, not two, but many.
Coupled with the heat wave or heat dome, this is the absolutely most touristed time in my town of the entire year. It would be insane to go anywhere! For some reason that I can't possibly fathom, the first two weeks of July are madness. We have learned the hard way to pile up the food and other essentials way ahead of time and pray we haven't forgotten anything that would necessitate a trip into bedlam. Thank goodness for Wimbledon, as a diversion from reading too many books!
So! I'm still reading The Cliffs by J. Courtney Sullivan, and am still reading and loving!!! Whistler. The latter was not on my 20 Books of Summer List, but it sure is now. I'm in way, way deep!
I have a number of other books on my agenda in the coming days, and I do hope I will be able to post regularly. Like often.
Other reading possibilities on the horizon: Departures by Julian Barnes, Ghost Stories by Siri Hustvedt, and....I Must Confess that before I fall asleep at night, I've been reading The Lord of the Far Island by Victoria Holt--talk about a blast from the past!
I hope any heat coming your way will inspire you to reading your way out of it!



