Summertime in Alabama promises me two things every year: heat and laziness. There are few things I can honestly say that I hate, but those two top my list. With weather in the nineties on a daily basis, it's difficult to want to do anything other than sit inside my 68-degree house and watch reruns of Fraser. I don't want to read when it's hot outside (don't ask me why), not even that old paperback copy of Jaws by Peter Benchley that my son brought home.
I'm making an effort today, however, since I recently found a copy of Ali Smith's Autumn at Unclaimed Baggage in Scottsboro, Alabama on a weekend trip to Chattanooga, TN. There were hundreds of books to peruse, but her's was the only one to catch my eye. Several friends have raved about this book, so now I have no excuse not to read it. And, it was only $1.99. Can't beat that.
I'm making an effort today, however, since I recently found a copy of Ali Smith's Autumn at Unclaimed Baggage in Scottsboro, Alabama on a weekend trip to Chattanooga, TN. There were hundreds of books to peruse, but her's was the only one to catch my eye. Several friends have raved about this book, so now I have no excuse not to read it. And, it was only $1.99. Can't beat that.
