Remember those summer reading lists we used to get when we were in school—books that were either required or “recommended” for us to read before school started the next year? Even though I’ve always loved reading, I used to hate those lists. Rarely did they contain something I wanted to read, and somehow it took some of the fun out of reading when it was assigned. Even now, I’m an extremely random reader—drifting from book to book as suits my mood. I don’t often plan out a course of reading, though I admire those who do, and I love to see other people’s reading lists (like Danielle’s at A Work in Progress) and summer reading recommendations (click here for some fun ones).
This summer, to make the most of what I hope will be extra reading
time (when most people are preparing to get outdoors more in summer, here in central Florida, I’m planning ways to stay indoors as much as I can—it’s just
too dang hot and humid), I thought I’d try making up my own reading list in an effort to read more widely and carefully instead of just reading more.
I started my list with books from the pattern that has
emerged the past couple of years. For instance, every summer, I read a biography or autobiography of a writer. In past years, I’ve read
about Edna St. Vincent Millay, Louisa May Alcott and Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning. This summer, I’ve picked up a volume of L.M. Montgomery’s journals (she’s the
author of the Anne of Green Gables series, see below), and I think I might also tackle Mark Twain’s autobiography.
Interestingly, for the past two summers I’ve read a book by Wilkie Collins (The Moonstone and The Woman in White).
This year, it’s No Name, the story of Magdalen and Norah Vanstone, who
find themselves orphaned and penniless when their inheritance goes to their uncle.
I also like to pick up a classic. I’m already working on The Three Musketeers (which I started months ago—not a reflection on the story,
but on the fact that I’m reading it on my tablet, which I dislike for reading).
I’m also considering Eudora Welty’s Delta Wedding, which is described on Amazon as “A vivid and charming
portrait of a large southern family, the Fairchilds, who live on a plantation
in the Mississippi delta. The story…[is] centered around the visit of a
young relative, Laura McRaven, and the family’s preparations for her cousin
Dabney’s wedding.” I’m just discovering Welty’s work, and so far I’ve loved
everything I’ve read.
I’ll continue with my vintage mystery challenge—with Ngaio Marsh’s Spinsters in Jeopardy—what a great title!—up next. I’ll probably also sneak in another Georgette
Heyer mystery. I’m working my way through the Sourcebooks Landmark editions
with their terrific vintage covers.
What would summer be like without a comfort reread (or two…or more!)? I’m thinking of revisiting Mary Stewart’s The Moon-Spinners (especially for the Cretan setting),
and Anne’s House of Dreams, the fifth
book in Anne of Green Gables series. And I think it’s about time I reread an
Agatha Christie mystery.
And lest you think I’m eternally stuck in the past, I also
want to read Barbara Kingsolver’s newest novel Flight Behavior, I’m working on the fourth Maisie Dobbs mystery, Messenger of Truth and I’m already more
than halfway through Jenny Lawson’s Let’s Pretend This Never Happened. (Jenny is better known as The Bloggess.)
My summer list also includes Dave Barry’s I’ll Mature When I’m Dead and Val
Frankel’s memoir, It’s Hard Not to Hate You, as well as Debbie Macomber’s Between Friends and Patricia Wentworth’s The Catherine Wheel, another vintage mystery.
Whew. That should more than take me through the summer! And if
it doesn’t, I still have quite a mountain of choices on my shelves, despite my
efforts to whittle them down. (Tip: in order to effectively reduce one’s total
“mountain” of books, one must quit buying
books. So much easier said than done.)
The great American poet William Carlos Williams taught us that if a poem can capture a moment in life, and bathe it in the light of the poet’s close attention, and make it feel fresh and new, that’s enough, that’s adequate, that’s good. Here is a poem like that by Rachel Contreni Flynn, who lives in
The Yellow Bowl
If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,
if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table
rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,
and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.
American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation
(www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also
supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln.
Poem copyright ©2009 by Rachel Contreni Flynn, whose newest book, Tongue,
is forthcoming from Red Hen Press. Reprinted fromHaywire, Bright Hill Press,
2009, by permission of Rachel Contreni Flynn and the publisher. Introduction
copyright © 2013 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted
Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the
Library of Congress from 2004-2006.
- Hanging off the chain link fence.
- In a shovel-full of compost from our compost pile.
- Among the leaves in the back yard.
- Inside the bird feeder when he took it apart to clean it.
This is why we
have to buy readers in bulk from Costco.
“It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves,
and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.”
—Agnes Repplier