As a kid, I think I loved reading more than anything. I would sneakily read Nancy Drew with a flashlight in my room late into the night and hoard Baby Sitters Club books every time my dad took me to the used bookstore. Christmas was an occasion not only for toys, but another installment from Laura Ingalls Wilder. Yet as I grew older and school grew increasingly more time consuming, the last thing I wanted to do after reading chapters on chapters for an AP class was read for pleasure. In college, the sentiment only intensified, and my ritual of reading before bed was replaced by watching stories play out on Netflix instead.
Last week at the beach, I left my cell phone at the house and brought books with me to our umbrella instead. While I do love a good magazine, nothing replaces the thrill of a great novel. Somewhere between What Alice Forgot and Three Wishes, both by Liane Moriarty, I fell in love with reading again. I was invested in the characters and wanted to see where the plot took them next—and I was actually annoyed when I had to put my book down for a few minutes.
When I returned to my apartment on Friday night, I made a promise to myself to rekindle my love of reading at home (and no, not on a Kindle ;]), and have ordered a few new books to read before bed. If you’re looking for the perfect beach read yourself, these are my recommendations. I would love to hear yours!