Digging through some totes in my living room, I found this archival evidence of my early obsession with books.
During America’s Bicentennial year of 1976, my mother had enrolled me in a summer reading program at Jervis Public Library in my hometown of Rome, New York. The librarian had divided the group into two teams—the Cincinnati Reds and the New York Yankees—and we competed against each other for the most books read over the course of the summer. I can’t remember which side I was on, but the librarian was prescient, because Cincinnati would meet New York in the World Series later that year, with the Reds sweeping the Yankees to win the title.
I wish I had a list of the eighteen books I had read during the summer of ’76, as I would like to revisit some of them now.
As for this summer’s reading list, I am starting off with these selections.
The Beauty of Dusk: On Vision Lost and Found, a memoir by Frank Bruni.
Jack Kerouac: Collected Poems, published by Library of America, and The Closers by Michael Connelly.