A few summers ago, a friend and I spent a long weekend at a cabin on a lake. It was warm and sunny with a cool breeze. We sat outside and read all day. At night, we curled up by the fireplace, drank tea and read. It was terrifically relaxing. But what I remember most is that, at meals, we would catch each other up on the books we were reading.
I regaled her with swashbuckling tales from Ivanhoe and the creepy details of The Cutting Room while she filled me in on the romance brewing in Diana (a thick English novel that took place around WWII; I can’t find it on Amazon).
Diana wasn’t a book that I would have normally picked up, but I couldn’t wait to find out what happened next. It’s always interesting to hear a story from someone else’s perspective. Their enthusiasm or distaste come shining through and can infect the listener. It’s also interesting to see, or rather, to hear how other people tell stories and what they find interesting and important enough to share.
What’s your favorite summer reading story?