Not ready to hand over my beach reads just yet...

Photo taken by me at Pt. Pleasant NJ 5am. 

When the corn is man high, as my mother explained to me as a child, summer is over. Some say it's over on July 4th, which I find to be an insane notion. August and September can be the most summer-like months of all.  But it is the end of the "beach read." The last of the summer books and sometimes it's hard to say goodbye. The thought of darker covers, bolder print, judgmental titles, and thick plots are mind numbing prompting me to drink more iced tea and slap more suntan oil on. Not to mention characters that wear a lot of wool sipping on endless cups of coffee while enduring a Shakespearean tragedy of their own. 

I looked at the rest of my summer TBR pile and most of the covers are blue. Blue as the water in the ocean or a swimming pool. The other books I have started ticking off for the Fall are dark, foreboding and ready to be read when I have my woolies on sipping my own tragic cup of coffee. 

Am I excited for these Fall books to come into my life? Yes, but I really want to get through the rest of these fine summer reads that have been bought or given to me while the temp still soars. I want to sit in my favorite chair while the sun now slants differently on my walls and read a good yarn about beach life on Nantucket. Or a murder mystery at Loon Lake. Whatever it is, I just want to hold on a bit longer. The sun can move each day on my walls at a cold pace but I do believe there is time left for summer beach reads.