Lately, I’ve been thinking and rethinking about the title of this feature. It just sounds so crass, and frankly, it more often doesn’t go well with the message of my post. Last weekend, I’ve consider what to call it instead. Some of the choices that I’ve come up with are:
- Livres et Images (books and images)
- Entre Líneas (between the lines)
- Pages et Images (pages and images)
What do you think? Let me know in the comments.
Anyway, back to my post. Well, I know summer is coming to a close. So I wanted to go back and see how many books I read this past couple of months that were actually summer-themed books. Sadly, I didn’t read too many. I’ve never been one to discriminate when it comes to what books to bring to the beach, but I do look for a couple of distinct characteristics. One, the setting has to be on a beach somewhere, and two, it has to be a decadent novel. I also try go for books that do not put a strain in the brain, ‘knowwhatImean?
So going by those, I can only find three novels in my READ bookshelf.
Admittedly, I wasn’t really that surprise that I only read three ‘summer-themed’ novels. I’m not the type of reader whose reading choices are dictated by a particular season. I’m usually flying by the seat of my pants kind of reader. Though sometimes, I’ll give in to reading a horror novel in time for Halloween.
The Summer of Chasing Mermaids is a book set by the beach. And with its mystical quality, I say, it goes perfectly well with the season. Plus, summer romance! China Rich Girlfriend and Villa America both fall under the decadent, luxurious category. I don’t think I need to expand on how. While I didn’t necessarily read them while sipping some piña colada (more like, on the couch in my living room), these books were perfect reads in your beach bag.
What about you? What did you read on your summer vacation?
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of going to used books shops. I’ll never tire of walking in and taking a deep breath just to get a whiff of that old book smell. I especially like it when I see an old library card at the back of old books. Like this one at the back of a Longfellow’s poem collection.
I have to admit that I’m a little disappointed the card is void of borrowers. It would’ve been interesting to see a list of names, patrons of poetry written on the card. And dates. I would’ve loved to see the name of the last time someone borrowed it before it was put on a clearance bin for sale.
As well on this old copy of Emma by Jane Austen.
I’d like to think that the reason why these cards are empty was simply because they’re not the first cards on their sleeves, a refill, as it were. I’d like to think that the reason the books look so worn out is because they’ve been lent out, read far too many times to count, hence the “new” unfilled cards. It’s been years since I’ve been to the library. I tell myself that I’m doing my part by not borrowing books so others can borrow them instead of me.
It’s still fascinating to me when I find a book or two that I didn’t know I own. It’s always a bit like finding a $20 bill in the pocket of your winter coat in the summer. Last weekend, I finally managed to find some reading time in the basement. My basement library contains a lot of read books and unread books. So while sitting on the chaise in front of shelves, there were a couple of books that stood out that I don’t remember buying:
Amplified / Tara Kelly
This book was published back in 2011. It is sad to me that the companion novel was not picked up by its original publisher. It looks like the great people of Entangled picked it up though, but from what I can see, there’s no publication date other than 2015 according to Goodreads. I enjoyed Tara Kelly’s Harmonic Feedback back in the day, and I do remember being excited about her forthcoming novel. I just didn’t realize I’ve picked it up when it came out.
Death and the Girl Next Door / Darynda Jones
Another book I’m excited to find was this YA by an author I greatly love. I’ve been meaning to pick this up ever since I discovered the badassery of Charley Davidson. But every time I go to my bookstore, it always slips my mind. Well, for once, I’m thankful for my short term memory.
I’m really excited to see what else is hiding in my bookshelves. This has been an ongoing problem of mine. I can’t keep up with all the books that I’ve accumulated in the past few years. This year, I know my hoarding tendencies have slowed down (some), but it’s still not at that point where I want to be. Some day. Some day.
Have you cleaned your bookshelves lately?