Bucket List Item: Summer Playlist

I was recently looking at my bucket list (five mnutes ago) and I realized that there was, in fact, at least one item that I can cross off the list!

YAY!

No seriously though, because I’ve done mostly none of the things on the list.

But this, I have done. I have made my Summer 2012 Playlist!

What I am not too proud of is the fact that I finished it September 2nd, the day before I was shipping off for college again. But what I didn’t realize (or I did, I think, subconciously) is that by waiting until the three main months of summer came to a close, I was able to accurately capture what I thought my summer should sound like.

This ordeal, which was actually a lot of fun, has been subject to some ridicule. A lot of my friends have expressed severe confusion when I mentioned that I hadn’t finished my playlist yet. It’s not perfect! I’d say.

But now, in September, it is.  I don’t even care. And it is with my highest confidence that I present to you, all, my Summer 2012 Playlist. It’s perfect.

It is.

Shut up.

Sitting on the rocks in Rockport with the following soundtrack would have been IDEAL

Summer 2012

New Slang – The Shins

Fluorescent Adolescent – Arctic Monkeys

Golden Baby – Coeur de Pirate

Semi Charmed Life – Third Eye Blind

Ride with Me – Nelly

Train in Vain – The Clash

Floats my Boat – Aer

Watching you Watch Him – Eric Hutchinson

For a Fool – The Shins

Stuck on the Puzzle – Alex Turner (<—-This is  seriously a great human.)

Simple Man – Lynyrd Skynyrd

Skinny Love – Birdy

Shelter – Ray LaMontagne

Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door – Bob Dylan

Tada! Great, huh? Huh? It’s great!

Toodles,

Me.

Reading In the Summertime

I love reading in the summer. I also just love reading. Anytime, anywhere.

But reading in the summer seems drastically different than reading during, say, winter, where I find the most contrast (temperature differences aside) between the two. This probably isn’t a new insight for many people, but sometimes I find myself talking to those who just don’t seem to understand why reading War and Peace just isn’t right during the summer. Trust me, I tried. I even took it to the beach, where reading is a main activity of mine. Nothing. Nada. I couldn’t do it. I just kept getting this feeling that the book would have been great by a nice, cozy fire sometime in mid to late January.

I have an inability to read certain types of books during the summer. Heavy novels begin to be unbearably difficult to digest, and the call of books like The Hunger Games beckon from afar. My mom recently pulled out Dante’s Inferno from the bookshelves we’re packing away, and I started to retch on sight of it. What if I started to read that? I’d probably throw up immediately.
My Brain
This isn’t to say that I’ll start reading Shirtless on the Riviera* (cover with Fabio-esque man) once the temperatures rise. It’s not. I refuse to lower myself to that level. I can’t even read 50 Shades of Grey without wanting to throw acid in my eyes. (Before you think I’m afraid of the sex, I’m not. I’ve read fanfiction. That shit is scary.)
My solution is turning to less “Serious Literature but still Literature” books. Young Adult novels, for example, are so prime. They are interesting reads while still being somewhat serious. Sometimes. Maybe not like, Confessions of Georgia Nicholson. (Still fun to read).
Then there are humorous novels. David Sedaris, Bill Bryson, that book by Tina Fey. Perfect summer reading. The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid is literally the perfect book for any situation for reading in the summer. (Bonus: you learn cool retro-ish facts!) Or The Nanny Diaries. Lighter novels that  have a little something that make you think after reading them is what I think a Summer Book is.
Literally anything by Dickens is a Winter Book.
See the difference? I do!
What do you think? Is there a difference in what kind of literature you read throughout the year?
*Not actually I real novel. I think. It might be.