It’s the height of summer. That’s what I tell myself, though I know, technically, this is the last full month of summer and we are heading inexorably toward fall (I refuse to go there). The harvest has started – we’re picking masses of blueberries and plums and figs, tomatoes and peppers and eggplants. And beans. Lots and lots of beans. We’ve had friends come to stay and soon we’ll be having a family reunion of sorts with a beloved aunt and cousins. It’s a happy and productive time, but a busy one, and that means less time for reading. That said, I’m stealing a few minutes here and there, and I always fit in a few chapters before bed. Here’s what I’m reading this month.
The Echo of Old Books by Barbara Davis
The Paper Garden: Mrs. Delany Begins Her Life’s Work At 72 by Molly Peacock
The Family Remains by Lisa Jewell
Books read to date in 2023: 42
I’m feeling so nervous about this drought that I’ll happily welcome fall if it brings rain with it!
Though I love summer and rarely look forward to fall, I’m anxious for rain this year too, Debra. And I’ll be grateful when it comes!