summer reading bluesPosted: July 12, 2011
One of my favorite things about summer is that there is (usually) more time for reading. Fun reading, not the overly-dry kind that seems to be preferred by graduate school professors. But this summer I am struggling. It took several episodes of me sitting on the floor, staring listlessly at my bookshelf to reach a diagnosis. Hi, my name is Kelly, and I have a nonfiction problem.
My bookshelf is covered in nonfiction. Books checked out lately from the library? All nonfiction. I’ve read books about food policy, which I consider one of my interests (see: nerd), until my eyes cross. I’ve read about the guy with only 100 possessions, the woman who quit her job with Martha to garden, and “Bossypants” because I’m obsessed with Tina Fey. The last book I finished was about the gay couple who left their lives in the city to start a farm in upstate New York (one half of the couple was Martha’s personal physician until the economy fell, so it seems that she has inadvertently become a theme in my summer reading).
It hasn’t always been this way. I have several fiction series on my shelves, and I love Harry Potter as much as the next person. But as far as new-to-me fiction goes, my bookshelf is seriously lacking. One of my problems is that a lot of the “best”, most critically acclaimed fiction books have sad endings or are just flat out depressing (here’s looking at you, Lovely Bones). I recognize that this sadness is sometimes a realistic reflection of life, I just don’t want to read about in my spare time.
I’m thinking about petitioning Amazon to add an “exclude sad endings” feature. Until then, recommendations are most welcome. In the meantime, I will spend the rest of the week re-reading the HP series, in preparation for this.
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