As the summer days start to fade I begin to read nonfiction again. In the heat of August (and, yes, this was a mild August in Portland) I want good, fast fiction. I don't want a novel of ideas; I want to be entertained. Now, as the nights get cooler, I crave books that enlighten.
It seems I'm not alone. I recently checked in with my coworkers here in the contact center and it's about even between those reading Genre and those reading nonfiction. It's really a match up between the Gold Room and the Red Room.
A couple of people are reading Graham Joyce. His is a particularly literary style of horror that goes very well in the fall, if you can wait that long. The Tooth Fairy and The Limits of Enchantment are both great.
Skulduggery Pleasant was a delightful weekend read. Light and fun, you could pick it up as a sort of anti-Harry Potter with shades of Dorothy Sayers. Someone else just picked up The Invention of Hugo Cabret which looks really cool. If vampires are your bag, how about Twilight? Several people have been trying to get me to read the series. You read it and tell me how it is.
The more high-brow in my department (the ones whose higher brain functions seem immune to the heat) are reading some interesting books. Cuba and Its Music is an exhaustive history of Cuban music. The World without Us by Alan Weisman gives an engaging look at what the planet would be like without humans. It's actually not as depressing as you might imagine, but if it does get you down, try Mudras: Yoga in Your Hands.