Summer Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

a cover house, enough to stay in, but not meant for long-term living for them. After a while, as the sun starts to set, Rita and Alex gather in the living room. Instead of cooking, Rita ordered Chinese food, so we’re sitting around a table of delicious grease and spicy chicken, eating out of take-out boxes. “Okay, so, I’ll meet with the Malkeyes tomorrow. Alex, you go back to school, and I swear to God, if you stray off—” “I won’t,” he grumbles. When I look up at him, he gazes at me for a moment before looking away. “Damn right you won’t. Be on your best behavior. Anyway, Cynthia. You need to chat it up with your mom. If everything seems fine on her end, convince her you’ve gotta go to a su

Summer rain sucked. It wasn't cold, or refreshing. It didn't help you cool off from the heat that the summer was going to bring. All it seemed to do was make BlackCreek ten times more humid than it ever was. Unless you were a kid and having mud fights while trying to avoid any screaming adult that had to clean up after you, it wasn't fun. Ah, those were the days though.

“That’s partnership. You need to be there for your film. We’ll make the logistics work.” The idea was both appealing and terrifying. Having her family present versus managing children at a professional event. Support versus complication. “Let me see which festivals we get into first. Then we decide logistics.” That afternoon, Charlotte came home from pre-K with information about summer camp options. The school offered a summer program three weeks in July, half-day structure, enrichment activities. “Can I go to summer camp? PLEASE? Sophie is going and Emma and Zoe and EVERYONE!” Charlotte was enthusiastic. “They do ART and SCIENCE and WATER PLAY!”

all there invited guest had returned to their home. it was 7:30 pm already, the Adams family set to take there leave. jasper and Benjamin were lightly drunk. since Benjamin doesn't fancy the service of domestic worker except for Franca who has been Niyola's Nanny from birth. Benjamin, you're drunk and Tasha can not drive at night due to her night blindness, I advise that you guys should sleep over tonight and you will go home tomorrow morning. Lola said while her husband who was now miserably drunk just shake his like a lizard.

The following days were tiring filled with school work and trying to get good grades, they had missed many gatherings as they tried to focus. "It's been nearly a month since we went out." Said Paige. "Right I'm tired of studying." "Am I hearing right? Are we going to the summer splash?" Meghan replied enthusiastically. "How do you know about all these events?" "A break from studying," Meghan replied. "I'm going." Said Paige. "Count me in." "Finally some fun," Meghan replied. It was very hot and they had bathing suits underneath and some packed food. When they got there the place was booming, of course, it was hot.

“By the way, Lou... do you have any plans today?” “Not sure yet, Ma. Why?” I replied, mouth half-full. Mama gave me a look. “I just think you should go out. Don’t you get bored staying home all day? It’s your summer break, Lou. You should be out making memories, not slowly turning into a houseplant.” I chukled. “Ma, I literally just went out yesterday, remember?” “Yeah, and where did you go? The coffee shop. You ate, came home, and that was it. That doesn’t count. Don’t you have plans with your friends?”

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

He looked at me for a long time. Then he nodded. Then he walked into the study and closed the door and I heard the drawer open and close and I did not ask what he was putting away. --- Summer means no school. No classes. No homework. No deadlines. Just time. Time to sit in the garden. Time to drink coffee on the porch. Time to watch the roses bloom and the bees work and the clouds move across the sky. Time to think. I do a lot of thinking in the summer. Too much, maybe.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

I could say that he's special in his own way. Summer is developing each and every day. Us parents are also too. Having Summer in our lives has taught us so many things that life did not show when we were young. We often just cared for ourselves and not others but being a parent we have to protect our family and be always there for them no matter what.