I'm starting to think about summer reading lists. The books we were assigned, for English class, to get ahead of the next school year, or just to keep the brains from leaking out our ears in the summer's unstructured humidity.
I remember really hating a few of them. I felt so doomed and mutinous having to read Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy that my Uncle Ron read it with me, and we discussed it. It's very nice to have an English teacher in the family! Member of the Wedding spooked me. I think because Frankie was so lonely.
I actually liked reading Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys, because it was a strange, humid take on Jane Eyre. And I still feel bitter at having read the wrong Hemingway book the summer before my junior year. I don't remember which I was supposed to read, but I read both A Farewell to Arms and The Sun Also Rises. Which is two more doses of Hemingway than I feel I need.
What about you? What books do you remember being assigned over the summer? Loved 'em? Hated them? Grabbed the Cliffs Notes? Discuss!
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