My children have participated in our local public library’s Summer Reading Program virtually every summer of their lives. It’s a great gig: read five books, get a free pass to the city pool; read five more and get a pass to play mini-golf. Five more gets a pass to the natural history museum, and so forth and so on. My three youngest children were practically born readers and love a good story, while the oldest two can’t be bothered to even read the directions on the back of a pack or Ramen noodles (which has resulted in not one, not two, but three microwave fires at our home), so I think the “pay-to-play” approach to summer reading is ingenious. Many thanks to the local merchants/attractions who participate in the program—my family and I will be patronizing you all year for your generosity.
Summer reading was an altogether different affair for me growing-up. My mother did walk my sister and me to the library at least once a week and allow us to checkout a few books each during our elementary school years, but there was no trinket, no prize, waiting for us after we’d read them. Our reward was the stories we took with us, stories that shaped our play time and provided us with imaginary adventures to occupy our long summer days.
In high school, Summer Reading became an oxymoron, a hindrance to sleeping until 2 p.m. and rising for only a few hours to splash around in a pool somewhere. I’d procrastinate wading into John Steinbeck’s The Pearl or Pearl S. Buck’s The Good Earth and other assigned titles until early August, then spend the next month reading portions of the books and Cliff’s Notes and tracking down any movie versions I could possibly find. There were a few assignments that I actually enjoyed. J. R. R. Tolkein’s The Hobbit was one. Robert Cormier’s After the First Death, Lois Lowry’s The Giver, and William Golding’s Lord of the Flies were others. I most likely wouldn’t have chosen the titles for myself and so I was able to concede that my English teachers did know what they were doing by assigning them after all.
My oldest children have their own reading assignments to complete this summer for the upcoming school year. They’re reading some of the aforementioned standards: The Good Earth, Lord of the Flies, and The Giver, but #2 son has also been assigned Suzanne Collins’ The Hunger Games. This thrills my soul as I am a HUGE fan of Collins’ trilogy (see blogs #1 & 3) and believe that the story couldn’t be more timely or poignant in a world obsessed with “Reality” TV or as Megan Whalen Turner of Publisher’s Weekly asks, “What happens when we choose entertainment over humanity?” I’ve been extolling the virtues of Huger Games to #2 and his siblings for months now, but it wasn’t until the book popped up on his “Required Summer Reading” list that #2 gave in and started reading. There’ll be no reward for him at the story’s conclusion, save the adventure he’s sure to have trouble getting out of his head…and I’ve promised to take him to see the forthcoming Hunger Games movie due out March 2012…but I dare say he won’t be disappointed.
As for my own personal Summer Reading List, I’m enjoying The Story of Beautiful Girl by Rachel Simon, Saving CeeCee Honeycutt by Beth Hoffman and Graveminder by Melissa Marr. All three novels are set in the late 1960’s. (Please see correction in comments section) I’m reading Beautiful Girl while relaxing outside with the kids and whenever I can loll in the tub unaccompanied (a rare feat these days with a three-year-old that seems to be able to perceive me disrobe through walls), and Graveminder when I’m unable to sleep and in the mood for something deliciously creepy. In between, I’m listening to CeeCee Honeycutt, read by Jenna Lamia, 2010 winner of the Audie Award for Best Solo Narration-Female, at my desk.
I recently finished another edit of Heir to the Lamp and began work on a second manuscript. I’d originally intended to jump into the second installment of The Genie Chronicles, especially since I’ve been including the fact that I have some work on it complete as a selling point in a few of the query letters I’ve sent out for the first book, (I do have a couple of rough chapters and an outline done), but the discovery of a tidbit of family history I’d never known has sent me off in another direction entirely. I’m justifying spending so much time reading lately as research—the new story I’m working on takes place in the late 1960’s as well. I’ve hammered out a couple of chapters already out of pure necessity—the idea was corking up the flow of other ideas, as any good idea is known to do. The first page is already up on WeBook.com and receiving favorable ratings, but aside from one trusted reader, I’m not quite ready to share it with anyone I know personally.
In other news, still no word from the publisher that requested a rewrite of the first three chapters of Heir to the Lamp. I’m hoping the delay means that they’re merely bogged down with their own Summer Reading List and not that they’ve gotten to my manuscript and hated it. Please keep your fingers crossed for me out there.
I’m looking into a website to make excerpts from the book available to those of you who’ve expressed interest in reading some of it. I’ll let you know when that’s squared away.
So, what are you guys and your kids reading this summer? Any suggestions as to what I might enjoy too?