I think I told you before that if you were to read a year’s worth of books and rate them all on a 1-to-5-star scale you’d find a shitload of three-star books. You would probably never run across a one-star book (no one sucks at picking that bad) and, according to my personal calculations, you’ll only encounter a five-star book, the Holy Grail of every bookworm, about nine percent of the time.
Summer isn’t what it used to be, is it? I neither giddily await its arrival nor lament its passing. Whereas summer once meant travel and sunburned feet and a continuously-lit drinking lamp, it now only holds one promising possibility – the chance to get caught up on some reading. I read numerous lists about the best books to read this summer and I had high hopes, but alas, summer was not the reading extravaganza I had hoped for … still, it was not without its well-read moments.