Each summer, I look forward to tackling the pile of books I’ve acquired and stacked throughout the teaching year– those I want to read but simply don’t have the time. I call it my Summer’s Promise. It invites me, each summer, to choose what I’m in the mood for and when. Inevitably, some in the pile have literary merit, books that make me think about life and appreciate writing styles, some are mindless and transportable, taking me to another place for a time, and each summer, one seems to stand out above the rest– one that lives long in my reading memory. I try to predict which ONE it will be, but I’m always pleasantly surprised.