SUMMER IS FAST APPROACHING

As summer looms in the near future, I am desperately shoving book titles at my students, using every last moment to snag those of late blooming book loving with the title that will change their lives.

Personally, I already have an entire box and two stacks on the bottom shelf of one of my floor to ceiling shelves readied for summer reading. So, I'm wondering, what are you looking forward to reading this summer? Is there an author that you just can't get enough of now? I'd love to hear from all of you.

Here are some of my 'wanna read/reread' titles for the upcoming weeks ahead:

The Outlander series, Diana Gabaldon...ohhhh, I do love Claire and Jamie's love story!

I'll give you the sun, Jandy Nelson...read once, must read...over and over and over.

Approximately eight or nine titles by Maggie Stiefvater...try Scorpio Races if you haven't read her stuff before. Brilliant!

All the rage, Courtney Summers

See my Goodreads page for the whole list...but this is the beginning!

Hugs and happy page turning!

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