Well, folks, it appears the summer slump is finally upon us: performing arts venues, theaters and galleries are wrapping up their seasons; Lost and American Idol are over (with no Lost and no Simon Cowell, I may never watch TV again); and unless you're a glutton for punishment, it's too damn hot to do much of anything outside.
It's days like this that I head for the cool AC of my local lit renter (I mean, really, it is frigid in the St. Petersburg Main Library), check out a few classics (today I'm picking up Jane Austen's Emma, a collection of F. Scott Fitzgerald short stories, and the Lord of the Rings trilogy); a well-reviewed newbie (I devoured Kathryn Stockett's The Help); along with some not-too-hard-on-the-ol'-brain novels to bring along on the few days I'll brave the heat of the beach (last year it was the sexy vamp phenomenon Twilight; this year CL contributor Lily Reisman turned me on to former CL contributor Diana Peterfreund's Secret Society Girl). What are y'all reading this summer? Leave suggestions for my next book binge in the comments section.
If you're looking for less literary, more funny fare, check out Shelley Keelor's tales of being a single MILF in The Real Life of a Yummy Mummy (deets after the break):
