Summer Reading: David Copperfield in the High Uintas

by Sunni Brown Wilkinson Mary Shelley penned Frankenstein after spending a chilly, wet summer near Lake Geneva. That terrain – the rugged Swiss Alps and that deep, blue water – coupled with the unusually stormy weather worked on her imagination. The wildness of it no doubt seemed unearthly. Every summer over the last several years … Continue reading Summer Reading: David Copperfield in the High Uintas

Summer Reading: The Perfect Time To Get In Trouble

by Andy Zell Summer reading is the time to read books that aren’t on the list or on the table at the bookstore prominently displayed. It’s the time for picking up the unexpected and adventurous. All reading can transport me to another time and place. Summer reading is for transportation to a wholly different time … Continue reading Summer Reading: The Perfect Time To Get In Trouble

How Beachcombing and Book-Combing Brought Summer Back

Rock & Sling

by Julie Riddle Once the carefree summer days of my youth (floating the stream that winked past our house, playing baseball on a freshly mown field, tanning at the lake, my skin shiny with baby oil) gave way to the horrors of adulthood (global warming, suspicious-looking moles, wrinkles), summer became my least favorite season. A … Continue reading How Beachcombing and Book-Combing Brought Summer Back

The Delights of Summer Reading, or Why We Take a Book to the Beach

by Amanda C. R. Clark People often tell me in hushed tones that they delight in book sniffing. These confessions are wrapped in happy, faux-guilt-laden shrugs of pleasure. There’s something magical in that almond and vanilla odor that wafts from books,[1] with pages sometimes yellow-edged, finger-smudged, marred by the occasional coffee or wine ring, a … Continue reading The Delights of Summer Reading, or Why We Take a Book to the Beach