I’m here in New York this week, experiencing the lovely weather. It doesn’t quite feel like fall at the moment, but it’s nice to see some trees changing, and the nights are a bit brisk.
It seems fitting that our book club meeting tonight is all about women’s fiction, which we read over the summer. Women’s fiction, during the summer, at least, seems to be all about the beach. The book I read involves four friends in their thirties renting a beach house, where they drink wine and share secrets, leading to better understandings of one another–and themselves. I think a few of the books that other people read have similar set ups. Though I didn’t like my book (for a number of reasons), I do have to say that I enjoy a good beach read during the summer, as I know many people do. Summer books seem to be lighter, more easily digestible, but perhaps a bit disposable. They’re like the summer flings: enjoyable but fleeting.
But now comes fall and the “serious” books. For our next book club, we’re all reading a heralded literary novel, one with stellar reviews and blurbs. This book is quieter and slower, and will not be read in an afternoon. Maybe it’ll feel a bit like going back to school. My own reading patterns tend to follow the seasons, though I wonder if that has to do with my mood or what publishers are releasing. Do I read the lighter books over the summer because I’m feeling light, or because that’s what’s dominating the shelves? Now that I live in the land of eternal sunshine, I’m beginning to think it’s the latter!
What about you? Do you read different types of books depending on the season? Or are you able to ignore the marketing?