I haven’t been to the beach yet this summer but I am going to Madeline Island next week (yay!) and the book I’m bringing is Barry Eisler’s Requiem for an Assassin which I bought after our hottest authors week and I figured if I was going to drool over his picture on his website I had to do the honorable thing and buy his book. Much to my surprise, I’m finding my first thriller… thrilling. So that’s what I’m reading at the beach next week.
But for all of you out there in the blogosphere I can’t help but recommend my fellow Deb’s books for the best beach reads this summer. Just to refresh your memory… that would include Jenny Gardiner’s Sleeping With Ward Cleaver one the best, most honest novels about midlife marriage (and very funny!) and Eileen Cook’s Unpredictable that will have you cracking up so hard people on the beach might move away (giving you more room to lounge and read!) and Lisa Daily’s Fifteen Minutes of Shame hilarious and true (make sure you have a pitcher of margaritas and some good friends nearby) and Jess Riley’s Driving Sideways another laugh out loud funny book that’ll make you want to put on your flip-flops and take your own road trip (if gasoline prices weren’t so outrageous… so stay home and read the book instead). And last but not least Danielle Younge-Ullman’s Falling Under an absolutely original new voice in fiction with an edgy narrator you can’t help but root for. That should keep you busy for the rest of the summer!
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Two more INCREDIBLE beach reads: Kristy Kiernan’s already critically acclaimed second novel MATTERS OF FAITH about families and faith and so masterfully written you’d think it ws her 10th novel. And Amy MacKinnon’s TETHERED a dark edgy tale that will not let you go until the last page. Also brilliantly rendered!
Health update: I had my 2 and a half year check-up on Tuesday and while I don’t like getting MRI’s, not only is it freaky to lie face down and get sucked into that narrow tube and feel ice-cold potentially poisonous contrast coursing through my veins and listen to that loud erratic avant-garde tap tap tapping but I also don’t really like my insides so scrutinized because it scares me, worries me, makes me feel invaded… and yet… as soon as the doctor told me (after 6 looong hours of waiting) that I was okay, I was giddy with joy. I leapt out of my chair and hugged her and the two med students trailing her and I whipped open my gown to show them my boobs (when they asked me to!) without an ounce of self-consciousness or shame that one was less than perfect. (I’d worn a new fun and funky bra with a pink and brown polka-dotted pattern that day and for a second my magical thinking mind thought that was the reason I was okay).