Pfah! Can you have so little love for the play of language?
That's probably not going to be a draw for someone who doesn't like reading, though I agree with you. By the end of the book I was thinking in nadsat.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
Pfah! Can you have so little love for the play of language?
That's probably not going to be a draw for someone who doesn't like reading, though I agree with you. By the end of the book I was thinking in nadsat.
I really loved Feed, and I think it would be a good choice for someone who isn't generally much of a reader.
My school never had summer reading lists either, but I always loved summer because it meant I had time to go through shopping bags full of books, mostly while floating on the swimming pool.
I miss summer.
I miss summer.
Oh, god, yes, when it wasn't the time of "doing the same thing, only while sweating." When you could head out with the dog with a book and find a tree and do nothing for hours but read.
I remember that the summer before senior year, I chose to read The Sound and the Fury. We split into discussion groups the first day, and my group spent most of our time going, "What the HELL was that?"
One spring break, I read Animal Farm, 1984, and Brave New World. For fun. But then I ended up writing a paper on the last two, so that worked out.
One spring break, I read Animal Farm, 1984, and Brave New World.
See that's practically a book in itself: The Spring of My Dystopias.
I miss that version of summer too.
I am having a little reminder of it this week because I took yesterday and today (and next Tuesday and Wednesday) off in case I was going to manage to get to see FotREE in the theatre. But I didn't - so instead: lazy days of reading, knitting and shockingly: sorting through stacks of stuff to organize.
After June 25, I'll be done with my summer class, so I can finally get around to doing some of my piles of reading--yay!! And, on the warm sunny weekend days, I'm going to head over to the apartment complex's pool and read while I bake in the sun.
I remember spending one summer in my teens reading through every Agatha Christie novel the library had. And another one reading all the Ian Fleming.
Our summer house had a loft where the kids all slept, and I can even now summon up the smell of the dusty red blanket I had on my bed, where I would read for hours.