It occurred to me as I sat on the plane to Vegas that I hadn’t read a book in a while. Like, a really long time. Articles in The New York Times or pieces in The New Yorker, yes. But an actual book? It’d been over a year. Before our trip, though, I purchased the latest David Sedaris book, thinking that maybe he could set things right. And, you know what, he did. As always, I found his words engaging, his stories honest and hilarious. Just what I needed to get back on the reading wagon. As I finished the book and flipped the last page (or, in this case, tapped my phone), I gave myself a pat on the back. And now I’m searching for another great piece of literature (any suggestions are welcome).
Memorial Day marked the start of my family’s annual summer reading contest, where we see who can read the most books. When it was just the four of us participating (meaning my parents and sister) the race was tight. Over the last few years, though, we’ve invited other relatives and friends to join in and I’ve pretty much given up any notion of winning. It’s still a lot of fun, though, and I’m so happy that we’ve continued this tradition.
Books and breakfast seem like the perfect summer pairing. Mornings are when I get most of my reading done, either in bed or sipping on a cup of coffee at our kitchen table, the windows open to let a warm breeze in. Leisurely mornings like that make every day feel like vacation. While I’m kind of a scone fanatic, sometimes a muffin is what I crave. As we roll into berry season, I feel the need to pack all of my morning treats with them.