When I was a kid (ten minutes ago, don't you know), I had my face in a book 24/7. We had porch swings and I took full advantage of them each summer -- whether it was with a big fat book or a skinny book that was part of a series, I read greedily and with great gusto. I can remember how it felt to lose an entire afternoon in a book, and I can remember how satisfied I felt when the back cover closed and I was on to my next adventure.
Then, when I lived in New Jersey, I had a little tiny apartment on the beach. Really little. As a matter of fact, it was slightly smaller than your average hotel room, and my bed was the futon that also served as a couch during the day. What I loved about this apartment was its proximity to a huge patio overlooking the ocean and the hours and hours I spent there reading.
Summer is a particularly good time for a big fat book, don't you think? Or, better yet, it seems to be the perfect time to collect every single book in a series or by a favorite author and read them through. Sometimes I want the book to be a classic (like the year I finally read War and Peace), and other times I just want to spend a day with Jackie Collins. One summer I read a trilogy by the romance author Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. I'm pretty sure that it was complete trash, but I loved every bodice-ripping, bosom-heaving minute of it.
Thanks to a handful of Borders coupons, today I embark on a quest. I go in search of a pile of the perfect summer big fat books to read. I haven't a clue what will wind up in the basket, but I know I can't wait to get started.