Summer is my time to read. I’m the kind of person who falls down rabbit holes when I read. Like – gone. Whether the bottle says “drink me” or not, the potion has been consumed and I have become whatever I need to be to enter Wonderland. The present day world as I know it is far away and I am not able to come back to it very easily.
So I only really read when I can disappear. Summer is that time. I used to read a book every two days. I’m not quite there this year but this is what I’ve got dog eared or returned to the library or the cloud so far:
H is for Hawk
Tiny Beautiful Things
The Thirteenth Disciple
All the Light We Cannot See
A Man Called Ove
I’m glad trips to Wonderland don’t require frequent-flyer miles.
