Summer Reading Winding Down — Or Is It?
Well, summer readers, how goes your reading list? Personally, mine has gone as cattywampus as possible (which should not surprise anyone who reads this blog with any regularity). I make a list, I ignore the list, and summer just keeps spinning out of control. Let me count how many from my published reading list I have consumed since Memorial Day weekend. Six. I have, in the past three and a half months, read six out of 35 of the books I planned to read. Oh, I've read 30 books, but I haven't read but a few I planned to read. Why? Well, blame authors who place tasty morsels in my path that distract me. They're good "distractions," I assure you. One of them was The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead, which you want to read. Well, "want" is a tricky concept. You will be glad to have read it when it's been read, but it won't make you feel as giddy as, say, Ghostly Echoes . Or Farewell, Dorothy Parker . It is an important and gre