There are just certain types of novels that work extremely well while you’re at the beach. When you’re sifting sand through your toes and listening to the gentle lapping of the ocean water, you need a book that doesn’t require too much thinking. This doesn’t necessarily mean a mindless read; I’m discovering that mindless reads are typically synonymous with terrible writing.
My final read of June was ‘Summer Hours’ by Amy Mason Doan. I’ll be honest- I brought this book with me on my beach vacation for the cover alone. There had been a fair amount of hype surrounding this book, and I’ve never read anything by this author before, so I figured I’d give it a go. Turns out it was the perfect novel to read while sprawled out on my beach towel, sipping slowly on my Delirium Red.
Don’t be fooled by the semi lethargic pacing of this novel. Every component of the plot is intentional and the slow reveal of certain summer secrets will keep you flipping pages long after your sun screen has worn off. Drawn initially to the character detailed on the opening flap, I was determined to keep my streak of reading about writers going.
There are two Beccs in this story and, by the end of the novel, you’ll have fallen in love with them both. One is the wide eyed and aspiring twenty year old Becc- the young woman attending Berkley with her journalism major and her heart in her eyes. The other is the rougher around the edges thirty year old Becc- a woman who has learned of just how crippling heartbreak and poor decision making can be.
Amy Mason Doan was my companion on the beach yesterday and I was sad to turn the final pages of ‘The Summer Hours’….perhaps partially because my own summer is coming to an end. I might be running out of beach days, but I do still have many summer hours left to mingle with my working hours and I intend to use them wisely.