I've always figured that unless you are going away for the specific purpose of holing up hermit-style and reading (a lovely plan, if you ask me) it might be the sign of a bad vacation if you finish tons of books while away.
My long weekend was wonderful. Photographic evidence:
|Creepy dystopian beach!|
I packed Susanna Daniel's wonderful debut Stiltsville (which is so good, and you should go read it ASAP), the Little Prince-like novel Hector and the Search for Happiness (which is so charming, and you should go read it ASAP), and The Great American Detox Diet (because I eat my weight in sugar daily, and the book promises to make me eat healthier). Oh, and a copy of Whole Living magazine.
I read all of it by Monday.
What can I say? Sitting on the porch at night, listening to the crickets and cicadas, I read. Lounging by the pool or in a floatie-thingy, I read. Under my beach umbrella listening to the Atlantic, I read.
From now on, I will continue to overpack books.