Hellooooo humans! Summertime is coming, but there’s no break in sight for this worker bee. As a way of compensating, I’ve written up a short list of all the books I
plan to read wish to read during my non-existent free time in the months surrounding the summer solstice. Please find attached: my summer reading list. Please find also attached: a large number of photos that I did not take myself because I do not actually have time to leave my office when the sun is up. That is all.
Flâneuse by Lauren Elkin because I identified with the word “flâneuse” before I knew others identified with it too. This one is already proving to be difficult to put down.
Villa Triste by Patrick Modiano is the tale of a lost boy chained to a resort town by a girl and by his fear of the real world.This one makes the list because I already started it, and it needs to be finished.
The Complete Stories of Flannery O’Connor because I haven’t taken a second to read O’Connor since high school, and that needs to be remedied stat.
Colorless Tsukaru Tazaki and his Years of Pilgrimmage by Haruki Murakami because Murakami has a way of perfectly conveying and describing emotions that I never knew I felt. I could read everything Murakami ever wrote and still not be satisfied.
Consider the Lobster and other Essays by David Foster Wallace because I was told I would enjoy it immensely, and I have a strange love for a good essay.
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman because I am SO HERE for a feel-good novel about a girl who’s “just fine” but really absolutely ~not fine.~
Astrophysics for People in a Hurry by Neil deGrasse Tyson because why not learn about the universe this summer?
Saints for All Occasions by J. Courtney Sullivan – I find myself attracted to stories about new beginnings.
A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles because, honestly, who wouldn’t want to read this book
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen.
The Fox was Ever the Hunter by Herta Müller.
The Lonely City by Olivia Laing and In the Heart of the City by Ariel Sabar because absolutely everyone in New York City is lonely and they are lying bastards if they try to tell you otherwise. (See also The Trip to Echo Spring, because a book about alcohol is typically a book I want to read.)
Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat because everyone needs a ridiculous-sounding period novel about royalty and intrigue and all of those things to add to their summer reading list. It’s an unofficial requirement.
Girl in Snow by Danya Kukafka because murder-mystery novels are also on the aforementioned requirements for summer reading lists.
Commonwealth by Ann Patchet.
I could, naturally, add more. I think that it’s best to quit while I’m ahead, though, and keep this list to a nice 18 BOOKS I PROBABLY WON’T READ… especially since I read a lot of magazines in addition to the above summer reading books.