Last week I confessed that, unlike the entire population of Great Britain, I don’t have any philosophers tucked behind my Spiderman comics on the beach this summer. And yes, I do realize I’m a bit of philistine. What to do? Of course, I have the big ideas, but my brain goes all ADD when the temperature rises above eighty. I can hardly get past page fifty of anything these days. With such a lack of focus, I long for the literary equivalent of a throttling: something that reaches out from the pages and grabs me by the collar and drags me along the beach until the sun sets. Dear readers, have you found anything that does the trick?
What’s on your summer reading list? Send me a list, a line, a plea for sanity, to annie at maudnewton dot com.