Summertime, and the livin’ is easy…
It is, isn’t it? Anyone who has ever been a slave to the school year (student, parent, teacher) has a special affinity for those precious three months of freedom. Days are loooonnng, creating a seemingly infinite number of possibilities. When I was a child, it meant staying outside until 9:00 at night, it meant hours riding my bicycle side by side with a girlfriend, not going anywhere particular, just riding around talking and gossiping companionably. It meant queuing up for the Good Humor truck, slurping rainbow popsicles or Nutty Buddies. It meant slathering on Coppertone suntan lotion and jumping into the neighbor’s pool or running through the backyard sprinkler.
But even as a child, reading was an important part of my summer fun. I always joined the library summer reading program, and usually cajoled several of my friends into joining me. We made weekly trips to the library, our carefully completed summer reading logs in hand, and picked out even more books which we’d bring home and pile up next to our chaise loungers under a shade tree. I would carry my reading on far into the night (or as far as my sleepy eyes would let me), my book propped surreptitiously under my pillow with only a tiny flashlight to guide me along its pages.
I noticed our local library has started a summer reading program for adults, in addition to their programs for children and teens. Reading is usually a solitary activity, but it’s human nature to be drawn toward a group so there’s something enticing about the idea of sharing this pastime with other readers. Probably why we like book clubs and readalongs, why I can so easily start conversations with strangers if they’ve got a book in hand. We recognize our compatriots and gravitate toward them.
Sometimes I make plans for my summer reading, but this year I’m winging it – whatever takes my fancy on trips to the library or bookstore. Right now I’m engrossed in Wild, Cheryl Strayed’s breathtaking memoir about finding herself on the Pacific Crest Trail. It’s an inspiring allegory for life in general, and I highly recommend it if you haven’t yet read it.