I'm proud to call myself a book nerd. I would happily accept books, from fiction, to non-fiction, to coffee table, on every occasion for which a person receives any sort of present (cough cough my birthday is coming up). While I've always had a passionate and undying love for the written word, I've found as I get older that it's much harder to find the time let alone the stamina to read five books in two weeks.
What with all the various kinds of work I now need to do (homework, working out, housework, general work), it's hard to squeeze in reading time. BUT summer is a glorious thing that exists in my mind solely to free me up for reading. As someone who sizzles in the sun the second I step outside as well as literally losing consciousness at the mere possibility of dehydration, I don't get out much once the temperature rises above 85 unless it's down to my pool where I sit waist deep on the stairs covered in SPF 100 so as to avoid dying. Rather than letting my near inability to survive the months of June, July, and August get me down, I take the opportunity to sit inside and READ. At long last I can dig into the pile of novels, short stories, essays, and how-to books sitting on my nightstand.
Since freeing up my time I've so far been able to read:
The Secret Keeper by Kate Morton, one of my favorite books from one of my new favorite authors. Her writing is beautifully imagistic, her characters are intricately developed, and the plot line is insanely fun to try and predict.
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, a book I've been meaning to read ever since I learned there was a movie (I always have to read the book before I see the movie, it's just not fair otherwise). The mystery and beauty of this book is thrilling, leaving the reader to question and infer from the first page on.