2. The Lovely Reckless by Kami Garcia Hot guys + serious swoons = Perfect summertime read, TBH. 🚗❤️
3. Daughter of the Pirate King by Tricia Levenseller Summer is definitely the right time to set sail with a bunch of pirates — adventure awaits! 🌊⚓️
4. The Square Root of Summer by Harriet Reuter Hapgood With the word “summer” in the title, this one’s kind of a no-brainer. ☀️😎
5. Internet Famous by Danika Stone Pack this one in your beach bag and daydream about internet fame in between dips in the ocean. 💻💕
6. The Love Interest by Cale Dietrich In case you’re the kind of person who likes to read fast-paced thrillers (with plenty of romance!) while at the beach. 🔥👨❤️👨
7. Bad Romance by Heather Demetrios The anti-romance to keep you on your toes as those bad romances try to sneak their way into your summer plans. 💔🌼
8. Romeo, Juliet & Jim by Larry Schwarz & Iva-Marie Palmer Secret relationships? High Fashion? Yeah, count us in. 👗👀
9. The Truth About Happily Ever After by Karole Cozzo This book takes place in the summer, features an amusement park princess, and is all about heartbreak and new love. (ie: best. summer. read. ever.) 👸🏻🎢
There’s this shape, black as the entrance to a cave. A longing wells up in its throat like a blossom as it breathes slowly.
What does the world mean to you if you can’t trust it to go on shining when you’re
not there? and there’s a tree, long-fallen; once the bees flew to it, like a procession of messengers, and filled it with honey.
I said to the chickadee, singing his heart out in the green pine tree:
little dazzler little song, little mouthful.
The shape climbs up out of the curled grass. It grunts into view. There is no measure for the confidence at the bottom of its eyes— there is no telling the suppleness of its shoulders as it turns and yawns. Near the fallen tree something—a leaf snapped loose from the branch and fluttering down—tries to pull me into its trap of attention.
It pulls me into its trap of attention.
And when I turn again, the bear is gone.
Look, hasn’t my body already felt like the body of a flower?
Look, I want to love this world as thought it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get to be alive and know it.
Sometimes in late summer I won’t touch anything, not the flowers, not the blackberries brimming in the thickets; I won’t drink from the pond; I won’t name the birds or the trees; I won’t whisper my own name.
One morning the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident, and didn’t see me—and I thought:
so this is the world. I’m not in it. It is beautiful.