I didn't post an official summer reading list on the blog back in May, but of course I did make one. I'm relieved that I didn't embarrass myself in that way this year because I've revised it so much already that I'm at the point of putting all lists through the shredder and never making another in my life. I'm just too distractable. Someone ought to take away my library privileges so that I can stop prioritizing by due date and start following either a more internalized Read at Whim! program or an honest-to-goodness rational plan.
The latest books to follow me home from the library:
The Well and the Mine. Gin Phillips
The Horse-Stealers and Other Stories. Anton Chekhov
The Calling. Inger Ash Wolfe
Winner of the National Book Award. Jincy Willett
Burr. Gore Vidal
As Above, So Below. Rudy Rucker
The Collected Works of Jane Bowles
Sing Me Back Home: Love, Death, and Country Music. Dana Jennings
And I've got holds on four more which should come in next month.
Tell me I don't need them.
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