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.

I was never a reader of great volume. I had the tendency, if I really liked a book, to linger, to sink into it, to follow plot points and details with embroidery of my own. What in tv are spinoffs. Or, you know, fanfic, except not necessarily written down.

I'd do a run of authors and blitz through a dozen Christies or (in my teens) MacDonalds, MacInnes, McLean. But I'd have to stop when the plots all strung together in one supernovel. I read South by Java Head once every winter, and H.M.S. Ulysses every winter--to combat the current weather. I spent an entire summer on Exodus and Mila 18, just living in those places in my head.

My life wasn't bad or difficult, I have no idea why I needed so badly to escape it.

how abysmal I was in grammar. I have never been good with identifying the parts of sentences, though I can write a kick-ass one.

I have trouble naming parts of speech, but after a two-week segment on diagramming, which I hated at the outset but have since learned to love and appreciate, I can construct and break down a complex sentence, show you how it works or why it doesn't. It even helped with the thorny punctuation problem. Diagramming was sort of a Rosetta stone for me.

I remember diagramming ... but another thing I've found that helped me with constructing sentences was studying other languages, especially German. And then there was college, where all freshmen were required to take a class in which they'd have to turn in a two-page paper ever week. Univerally loathed, but it sure did teach you how to write competently, if not well.

Summer reading - every summer we'd spend a week or two at the beach and we'd pack a big bag of books. One almost ritual was rereading the entire Hobbit/Lord of the Rings cycle every year.

I am pretty sure I once spent a summer learning how to diagram sentences from my neighbor's schoolbook that was published in 1911. I actually love that book- she shared it with her brother, and both their names were written in it. It has a blue gingham cover sewed on it, and there was still homework tucked in it!

I love diagramming, but never learned it in school.

I love diagramming sentences. It makes English mathy!

Still Life with Book.

Pretty!

I'm hoping some of the fiction trends are running themselves into the ground. I was on a site and saw an ad for a book that starts off with "werewolf terrorists" and "a warlock cop". um, er, I don't think it's comedy

And, continuing the trend that started with Pride and Prejudice and Zombies - and continued with Jane Eyre, Little Women, Sense and Sensibility, Abraham Linkcoln and Queen Victoria as vampire/demon slayers, and Shakespeare Undead - someone has done one on Tom Sawyer; can't remember if it was zombies, vampires, or what.