Like many practices, my reading rituals fall in line with the shift in seasons. The more I think about the books I crave every three or four months, the more I realize how predictable my choices really are. Here’s an insight to my algorithm for reading, based primarily on whether I’m reading on my lawn or under three blankets in my bed.
Winter is time for canceling plans and slipping into bed early for an hour of reading. It’s here I usually tackle the doorstop novels, acquired with the best intentions but piled up and forgotten. It’s also here that I find myself craving classic, sweeping storylines. Tackling those staples of literature somehow missed in high school and college makes for a great start. Instant gratification put aside, I’m ready to commit to my own version of literary cuffing season.
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Spring brings renewed hope, warmer afternoons, and a shorter attention span. Poetry serves as a much needed respite from chapters and chapters of intense story building. Also, poetry reflects well of the blossoming trees and chirping birds; Spring tricks me into thinking I’m an optimist. And year round I’m a romantic, so bring on all the sonnets.
Bluets by Maggie Nelson
Summer comes around and I’m anxious to get my hands on buzzed about new releases. Modern fiction is all I want to read, especially from young, female authors. No time is better time to judge a book by its cover than summer. I’m always sure to tuck one in my bag and if it happens to have a cover worthy of accessory status, so be it. The books I’m reading usually include an exotic location, hopefully a love triangle, and always move at a fast pace.
This Is How It Always is by Laurie Frankel
Fall will forever ring with the buzz of planning a first day of school outfit and the terror of a new syllabus. I’m in the mood to learn, after months of mindless naps and late night movies, I seek rigor. This season is all about non fiction for me. I’m attracted to all sorts of topics-feminism, technology, entrepreneurship, and especially food memoirs. My reading life tends to get really boring, but learning on my own feels rewarding.
American Girls: Social Media and the Secret Lives of Teenagers by Nancy Jo Sales