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Summer Reading List

I have started to compile my summer reading list for this year. So far, in no particular order -

Another Country by James Baldwin
Geek Love by Katherine Dunn
Food Matters by Mark Bittman
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith
The Reader by Bernhard Schlink
The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery

I'll have to add to this as I think of more, there are some classics that I'm sure I'll throw in there somewhere and perhaps a re-read or two.

I also have some tv shows to catch up on (Dexter and Battlestar Galactica) and films to watch (Star Trek, Coraline and The Orphanage). I keep thinking I should read Twilight, so many people love it, so it must be good right? Then I remember the craze over the Da Vinci Code (by Dan Brown) a few years back, and how that book was complete and utter drivel from start to finish. So perhaps I'll just watch the Twilight film, chuckle to myself and leave it at that.

Man I'm a snob.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.