My horoscope this week says I’ve “gotten a little addicted to habits that are rooted in fear and worry.” It also gives me some interesting suggestions as to how to break out of this cycle. “1) On an empty milk carton, paste a collage of cut-out images and phrases that symbolize your anxieties. Then put it on the floor and stomp it to death as you growl. 2) Slap your own hand briskly 10 times as you bark ‘Stop being such a wuss!’. 3) Everywhere you go, visualize yourself accompanied by 3 great warriors who’re dedicated to your well-being.”

These are very good, especially #3. Where can I find 3 great warriors?? And I decided to add to this list (and celebrate sending the new book off and away!) by going to Barnes and Noble and buying some summer reading! Also to buy a large iced tea to celebrate National Iced Tea Month (see Bizarre Food Holidays–I’m very glad to find that my iced tea addiction is being recognized on such a level). My criteria for Summer Reading is easy–it has to be fun. Not research. Even though, in my mind, research book does=fun.

I came up with Michael Gruber’s Book of Air and Shadows. It appears to be a “literary thriller” (according to the jacket), involving a lost Shakespeare manuscript, secret codes, car chases, Russian gangsters, etc. What else does a story need?? also says it boasts “nimble, witty prose,” which sounds like Summer Reading to me. I’m going to give it a try this weekend, as I sip Nationally Recognized Iced Tea and sit by the pool (okay, sit by my dogs’ little plastic wading pool from Petsmart).

I also bought some romances–Desperate Duchesses, Lord Sin, and The Spy Wore Silk, as well as Lindsay Pollock’s The Girl With the Gallery (biographies do qualify as SR, right? Right). So, let Summer begin!

What are you reading this summer? (Besides books by the Riskies, of course! Don’t forget Janet and I both have books out in August…). And how do you get rid of “fear and worry”??

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