Summer Reading—Relaxing or Rigorous
DAY 201 - 26/20/7 - Growing up, I was never a fan of summer reading. I didn't mind reading during autumn or winter, but summer was for climbing trees and playing with sticks. If all I read on vacation were the plaques at museums, then that would be enough for me. I wanted adventure, so I dreaded the moment when Mom would sit me down and put a book in my hand. That's how I'd always know when summer was over—blue skies blocked by a required schoolbook . After I graduated, I could choose what I wanted to read, but not necessarily when I wanted. These days, I don't read for grades. I read to get more books. My local library holds a summer reading BINGO. If I read a certain type of book, I can check off its corresponding square. Some are easy, such as "reread your favorite." Last year, these squares led me to some amazing novels. I didn't know how much I'd appreciate Act I of Little Women. However, I was underwhelmed by this romance I did for "genr...