![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Grudgingly, haltingly, the summer is inching closer in America stubborn cold and sleet cling to most of the country, and the glory of June is still a yawning month away (and given how off-the-chart savage last summer was, the longing itself is probably ill-advised, but even so), but the days are longer and marginally warmer, and it no longer feels completely delusional to dream about French fries at Sully's or reading under a tree in the Arboretum – or, if you're blessed with skin that doesn't instantly erupt in purple suppurating burns at the least touch of sunlight, taking a book to the beach.įor years now, that particular activity – taking a book to the beach – has had a very close human synonym: Mary Kay Andrews, whose publisher is for once not indulging in hyperbole to refer to as the Queen of Beach Reads. ![]()
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