Dear Reader,
Here I find myself, again, pleading with you, enjoining you, to read a particular book. I know, you aren't really looking for a book right now, and you already have three others started, and you really ought to read some of the *classics you've been promising yourself you'll get to, but, if you read only one book that I suggest, let it be The Summer Book. I know, I know, I said the same thing about The Dud Avocado, and The Animal Family, and The Writing Life, and Lolita, and those wonderful Irish mysteries about the pig, too, but this is a book you will absolutely love- don't wait another minute to read it.
What makes you want to read in the first place? Do you want a sense of place, or a flavor of the exotic? A fine turn of phrase? A compelling narrative? A world of believability? A character you can identify with? A handmade miniature Venice flooded by a storm? Oh, please read it. Please read about Berenice's beautiful hair, and loving Moppy the murderous cat harder and harder, and drinking Verner's sherry even though you hate sherry. Do read it, dear reader, do.
If I cannot convince you, read about the authoress here, and maybe the fascinating details of her life, as delineated by content writing professionals, will compel you to try it.
* Exempli gratia: The Mill on the Floss, The Grapes of Wrath, Catch 22, Anna Karenina, Centerburg Tales.
