I have a goal to read a certain number of books by the end of the year. As summer draws to a close, I’m not nearly where I “should” be to get that goal met. But the little dictator and calculator in my mind who typically monitors these tasks of intellectual pursuit and fortitude here rests quietly appeased and sun-drunk like a sleeping babe.
Despite laxing on my summer reading, I’ve had such a delightfully satisfying fill of the season… playing frisbee at the beach, going on a picnic, to a baseball game, watching outdoor movies, swimming in the pool, the sea, and a river, too…
At the end of summer, then, my assessment is that no reading-, or other summer-regrets, are required.
Here’s what I did manage to read this summer while in pursuit of the sun:
- Where I’m From by Joan Didion
- Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki
- Tuesdays With Morrie by Mitch Albom
- The Day After Tomorrow by Robert Heilein
- Frankenstein by Mary Shelley