Summer Reading 2019 x 3

It’s quite possible that DFW hasn’t gotten the memo that it’s, well, summer (and I’m more than okay with that).

Instead of clocking in at roughly 2,318 degrees, June has been nice and mild. Sunny. Not humid. Temps climbing not much higher than the upper 80s.  In other words, pretty incredible for North Texas.

“Pretty incredible” could also sum up the novels I’ve recently finished reading. While completely different genres, they all captured my attention in that frantic, I-can’t-turn-the-pages-quickly-enough way. I kickstarted my summer reading with The Last Mrs. Parrish, which has been compared to super twisty psychological thrillers like Gone Girl and Girl on a Train. While as compulsively readable, it reminded me more of a modern take on the classic film All About Eve with an equally conniving understudy swooping in for the luxe life she always wanted. To say much more would rob you of the joy of reading, so I’ll leave it at that.

Where the Crawdads Sing has been a very buzzy book for a while now, and I’m happy to report it more than lives up to the hype. The writing, especially the stunning descriptions of nature, immediately draws you in. And if that wasn’t enough to keep one engrossed for the duration, the solitary adventures of a young girl known by the locals as “Swamp Girl” will simultaneously warm and break your heart. A compelling coming of age story that segues into an enthralling whodunnit with the subsequent courtroom drama, I was still thinking about Where the Crawdads Sing a couple of days after finishing the last page.

Last but certainly not least, I probably should’ve read One Day in December when it was actually December. But let’s just say I have enough experience with snowy winters to get into the spirit even when it’s June. :) After tearing through the heavier storylines of the books I just mentioned, One Day in December was the perfect blissed-out escape.

Unabashedly romantic with winks and nudges to some of the best of rom-coms past, the story of a woman who embarks on a Serendipity-esque search for the guy she memorably locked eyes with on her way home from work, immediately swept me up and didn’t let go for the duration. It doesn’t hurt that it takes place in one of my all-time favorite cities, London, but it’s the characters and the unpredictable twists and turns, not the pitch-perfect setting, that held my attention. Please, please let this be a movie, and unlike David Nicholl’s splendid novel One Day that was such a disappointment on the big screen, please, please don’t cast Anne Hathaway. Or at the very least, don’t require her to have a British accent.

Thank you in advance for your consideration, casting agents of Hollywood.

Love, Christa

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