Last Gasp of Summer Reading

Right now I have two books on my to-read pile with the word “summer” in the titles: "Summer House," by Nancy Thayer, and "Summer Sisters," by Judy Blume. Yes, that Judy Blume, but did you know she writes novels for adults as well as tweens and teens? Hmmm, could I be trying to hold on to the lovely flexibility and fun of summer? I am now three-plus weeks into my new semester, but apparently still caught up in remnants of the summer fantasy: vacations, beaches, summer houses, summer sisters, summer romances, summer friendships, summer drinks, summer books...can you say "chick lit"? As you might remember from my posts on 7/13/10 and on 9/4/10, I have been thinking about the term "chick lit," and how it demeans novels of interest to women. Yes, some of them are a bit lightweight (and that's OK; sometimes that's what one wants, just as sometimes one wants a mystery or other genre fiction), but they often also address issues of interest to women (AND men!). Besides, there are degrees of "chick lit"; some books with that label or in that general genre are quite intelligent and well-written, others not so much. I may or may not write about these particular books here, but just the titles remind me that, consciously or unconsciously, I am not yet ready to let go of summer...just for a little bit longer...