Now, don’t get too excited because I’m not claiming any kind of empirical evidence in support of my top 5 summertime reads. I am, in fact, claiming the opposite. This list is all about my favorites.
Summertime is about going outside, playing in the sun, and chilling with friends. Thus, my reads tend to be light and easy and fun. I tend to save the serious for the winter.
With that in mind, here’s my list:
Prudence: Custard Protocol Series Book 1 by Gail Carriger
Here’s the deal, if you haven’t read Gail Carriger, you must do so RIGHT NOW. All of her books are wonderful fun, rock the queer rep, and are smart-funny. I picked Prudence because it’s about a spoiled young woman of means in Victorian England as she navigates her newly established majority. Not a small task at the best of times, made all the more difficult by a preternatural mother, a werewolf alfa father, and an eccentric vampire father. Yes, two dads and a mom. Plus, you know, her best friend is a burgeoning lesbian.
Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe by Fannie Flagg
I’m sure I don’t have to explain why this book is on the list. It’s all things awesome. Read it.
Here Comes the Sun by Nicole Dennis-Benn
Set in Jamaica, Here Comes the Sun exposes the vast divide between the resort culture of the beaches and the towns that surround them. This is heavier than the other books on the list, but it is so painfully good. Plus, the main character is super gay. Closeted. But super gay.
Cinder: The Lunar Chronicles Book 1 by Marissa Meyer
Cinder is the retelling of Cinderella. With cyborgs. And space travel. And werewolves. And magic. The main character, Cinder, is a gifted mechanic whose best friend is an android and whose step-mother resents her very existence. Oh, and the handsome prince falls for her hard. It’s all very sweet, smart, sarcastic, and fairy tale-ish.
Girl Mans Up by M-E Girard
This is a gender bending coming of age story. Yeah, it’s sounds angsty, because what coming of age story isn’t, but it’s also a sharp and witty expose featuring a young, queer Asian woman who might be a man, but maybe isn’t, but why are pronouns so fucking hard anyway? Isn’t it enough to just hold hands and kiss for hours without thinking about all the minutia that ultimately doesn’t matter when you get to the heart of what love really is?
That’s my list. If you’ve read any of them, share your thoughts! And, perhaps even more fun, leave a list of your own.