With the beautiful 30 degree weather we have been having lately, I have suddenly discovered the allure of "summer books." I haven't yet picked one up, but the piles of non-fiction lying around my home just aren't calling my name right now. All I want is to be immersed in a wonderful story with interesting characters involved in captivating plots.
However, I'm still not one for mysteries or romances, the traditional "summer fare." More than likely I'll pull out my box of classics downstairs and settle in with Charles Dickens or Louisa May Alcott. I'll still call it summer reading, though. Hey, it's the best I can do!