Beach Reader Gifts

Summer Books, Skin Cancer and How to Cure It...

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but you'll have to put your dust jacket back on."

Holiday Reading and Back to Work Reading

Reading Glasses

"You've been in long enough! Two more dives then out!"

"No chips, but I did snag the new Hiaasen."

Husband burrows under sand to get a closer look at woman sunbathing topless at the beach.

Custer's last tan.

'Hold you horses! I'm just getting to the good part!'

'Jen, you knew when you married me, I was a 'corporate report' reading person - Not a 'summer fiction' reading person.'

"I'm reading a crummy mystery about robots taking over the internet...a real bot boiler."

"I'm not angry, but in the future I’d prefer it if you chewed up her Sue Graftons, not my P.G. Wodehouses."

Ladies reading a crochet pattern for amusement

Stories about crumbs

Cat going to litter box with newspaper to read.

Reading in a hammock.

"Stanley, we're into the summer doldrums again, aren't we?"

It's odd reading about Gutenberg, the father of the printing press in an e-book.

My other novel's a booker winner

Frank was engrossed in his book --- He lost track of time and got a sunburn! Now he's well-read and well-red!

"The bailouts are nice but my retirement remains finding drugs that washed up on the beach."

Desert Island Books

Sunblock - A Novel

Try out this summer's hot novels in a beach setting

Shakespeare at the beach ...

'Oh dear. My husband looks suspicious.'

"You usually don't see the classics wash up on the beach these days."

101 Reasons to Read More. If you only read one book this summer, I'd recommend this one.

Blonde woman talking to airport bookshop assistant, 'I'll be spending a lot of time by the pool - do you have anything in pink that would match my bikini?'

"All you cockroaches, …. When he tries to listen to the ocean, … run as fast as you can into his ear."

"It was a dark and stormy night...."

'Sorry, ocean sounds can't be heard due to a computer glitch.'

Summer Reading

Circus News

'Let's say we spent the summer devouring literature. We ate alphabet soup, didn't we?'