There's something so inherently happy about curling up with a good book. There's something to be said (no pun intended) about how written words have shaped this world - from the letters of the past to social media today, words are a very powerful source that not many people take the time to hone in on anymore. The impact of books, novels, pamphlets, letters - and heck, even nowadays with twitter and facebook posts - have shaped the way we view life, whether we fully acknowledge it or not.
Fun little fact about me: I don't own a television. It's not because I'm hipster (maybe I am... it's up for discussion), or because I view them as the source of all evil - certainly nothing of the sort. I don't own a TV because, in all honesty, I'd rather spend my money on a new bulletin board for real-life pinning (seriously) than on an electronic device. I refuse to update my phone unless it's actually dead / lost / drowned, and my laptop has been with me since my college days (but don't tell it that - pretty please?). That being said, I do have a habit of watching an inordinate amount of television for someone who doesn't own one. Thanks to the invention of Netflix, Hulu, and Sidereel, I've never had to part with my favorite shows just because I refuse to spend money on a flatscreen.
As much as I love TV, I find that summer - more so than any other season - makes me want to pick up a book and read. Just yesterday I popped into a bookstore in the West Village, and the comforting smell of freshly printed books hit me like a wall as soon as I opened the door. I'm not sure what it is about bookstores (especially small, street corner ones that are usually overlooked) but they hold so much magic for me; and walking into this one-room wood-floored bookshelf-lined place that was brimming with new adventures made me instantly excited. Picking up two new books for my shelves (this and this), I left happier and more fulfilled than any TV show could ever make me feel.
So, hippies, it's time to let your inner bookworm roam free, bust out that summer reading list, and get you lit (-erature) on. I thought it best to start with the classics. Most of these are titles that we've already read, yes. But how many
of us fully remember what our childhood summer reading was about, and took the time to really ponder how carefully these authors' stories were
crafted? One of my English teachers growing up once told me that when I
was older, if I re-read these books, I would be able to appreciate them
to a fuller extent. I never really understood what she meant until I picked up The Great Gatsby
a few summers ago; since then, I haven't been able to get my hands on
enough books to re-read over and over again. It's funny how teachers are
always right about that kind of stuff, isn't it?
Classic Summer Reading
1. The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. On The Road - Jack Kerouac
3. To Kill A Mockingbird - Harper Lee
4. Cat on a Hot Tin Roof - Tennessee Williams
5. As I Lay Dying - William Faulkner
6. The Catcher in the Rye - J. D. Salinger
7. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe - C. S. Lewis
8. Lord of The Flies - William Golding
9. The Outsiders - S. E. Hinton
10. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Caroll
(Side note: If you have any others you'd like to add, leave them in the comment section, and we can make it a running list!)