"I could spend the rest of my life reading" - Malcolm X

I've just now realized that summer is EXPENSIVE.

And fun in the city is EXPENSIVE.

And my bank account is yelling at me like: get thee to a library.

And so I did.

During my blog vacation I spent all my money I don't have, but I also read.

I re-read Plath's The Bell Jar for book club and loved every unstable braying "I am I am I am" moment of it.

I read Mitford's biography of Zelda Fitzgerald where I remembered "the faded gray romance" because who doesn't love tragic beauty and poetry and destructive lifestyles?

Then, for the Fourth of July, I read Marable's biography of Malcolm X - Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention where I delved into the interesting life of a charismatic man full of contradiction.

My brain and bank account are proud of my free reading.

"It is summer time and past time - and I am very young when I didn't care...I wish I had been what I thought I was; and so debonair; and so debonair."
Zelda