Since my last entry, I have clearly fallen short of my blogging goals. What can I say? Life happens. A couple weeks ago, I traveled back to my lovely Missouri to see my cousin graduate college; last weekend, I attended a wedding, got to see some dear friends, and met new ones in the process. This holiday weekend, I’m headed to Florida, so it’ll be quiet around here again–after that, it’s back to our regular scheduled programming!
Instead of planning important things for this weekend, like my traveling budget, I’ve been totally preoccupied with choosing what books to bring. No trip is quite as perfect for reading as a beach vacation. Right now, I’m finishing The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, and I’ve decided to also bring Remembrance by Meg Cabot (I’m late, I know) and Down the Rabbit Hole by Holly Madison (yes, the Holly Madison of the Playboy Mansion–it looked interesting, so I’ll let you all know how that goes). Granted, I’ll only be gone for the holiday weekend, but I think it’s good to be prepared.
Maybe it’s because I have spent a lot of previous vacations reading on the beach, but there’s a certain type of book that I believe needs to be read by the ocean. I prefer lighter, funnier books when I’m at the beach. I mean, I don’t want to suddenly cry about a character’s death as I am collecting seashells or something. That sounds horrible.
The only book I’ve read at the beach that didn’t follow this rule was A Storm of Swords by George R.R Martin, and that’s because I had just started it. I was a wreck a few days later when I read the Red Wedding scene on the plane ride home (0/10, would not recommend doing this. Retreat to the safety of your home when you read these books).
Still, summertime reads are some of the best reads, whether or not you have the chance to go to the beach. And since I have perfect taste in everything, I thought I’d share some of my favorites.
Katie’s Obviously Perfect Book Recs:
Yes, Please by Amy Poehler
Do I really need to explain why you should read this? Amy Poehler is a goddess. She writes with the perfect amount of humor and wisdom, and despite her aforementioned goddess status, I found myself relating to her in every single chapter.
anything by Meg Cabot
I’v always had a soft spot for Cabot’s novels. As a teenager, I’d sit in my sunny backyard and read my favorites, including The Princess Diaries, the Mediator series, and All-American Girl. I read them so often that my copies of these books are practically falling apart; they’re summer nostalgia at its greatest.
The Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling
While I am a staunch supporter of Harry Potter re-reads at any time of the year, there is something especially wonderful about re-reading this series during the summer. It reminds me of childhood, but it also reminds me of all the book releases and movie premieres that happened so often during the summer. Plus, Harry’s birthday is July 31–why not celebrate? And then have a good cry, because the Deathly Hallows never gets less heartbreaking.
Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell
More teenage nostalgia! Told from both Eleanor and Park’s perspectives (hence the name), this is a teen romance that feels more genuine than unrealistic. I love Rowell’s writing style, and this is a very sweet story that I recommend to any YA fan.
Going Bovine by Libba Bray
Honestly, this is one of my favorite books of all time, and I wish more people knew of it. From the first sentence, I was hooked. This novel is cleverly written and wonderfully imagined, with a sugar-addicted angel, a Norse yard gnome, and a mini-physics lesson.
Let’s Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir by Jenny Lawson
I actually heard about this book from my mom, who read it while we were spending the day at the beach. She could not stop laughing, and she kept telling me to read certain chapters before I finally read the whole thing. I couldn’t stop laughing, either.
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
I’m mainly adding this one because it’s a funny story (but if you want to read it, go for it!). One summer, my best friends and I decided to start a book club (lovingly and awesomely named the Fuzzy Toe Socks Book Club) and for some reason, we decided to start with Atlas Shrugged. Everyone was like, “THAT’S your pick?!” And we were like, “Yeeeah, so?” And then we started reading it and understood why everyone thought we were crazy. It practically took all summer to read. And for the first month or so we were all, “Who the eff is this John Galt dude?!”
And now we have to spend the rest of our lives explaining ourselves, because no one can hear the name ‘Ayn Rand’ without freaking out and assuming we’re horrible people. God forbid we read any authors we disagree with, right?
This is by no means an exhaustive list, but they’re often the first books I think of during the summertime. If I didn’t have to pack, I could probably add a lot more…but we’ll save that for another day. See you next week, loves. I’ll probably be sunburned (and happy).
What books remind you of summer? What books are at the top of your recommendation list?