This is an annual event I absolutely adore. One book event highlight of the summer was Beach Bag Book Club on Long Island. You could say I’m a bumper car pacifist.ĥ. I like to swing around the outside in a smooth circle, avoiding the pileups and staying in motion. But I’m not one of those mean riders who enjoys bumping into other cars. It is ridiculous how excited I get for bumper cars.
It wouldn’t be summer without experiencing my trifecta of fave old-school down the shore activities on the Point Pleasant boardwalk: Skee-Ball, water ice, and bumper cars.Īm I aware that I am a major dork? Yes. I can’t even explain to you how much fun I’m having reading Landline. Rainbow Rowell’s writing is so beautiful and brilliant and true that I immediately had to go out and buy her other books. Reading that book was like a mental mashup of classic 80s movies highlights plus my most embarrassing dark secrets from high school. My summer reading started with Eleanor & Park. There is no way I would be able to resist a daily sundae fix if I lived closer.ģ. All I’m going to say is this: It’s a good thing Sprinkles is uptown and I live downtown. Then you add whatever ice cream and toppings you want. The cookies and brownies are broken up into cups. They also have cookie sundaes and brownie sundaes. It’s a cupcake bottom, then ice cream, then the cupcake top and frosting. This year our FNR was held at Sprinkles Ice Cream, which is right next door to Sprinkles Cupcakes and the Sprinkles Cupcake ATM. I like taking some of my old students out for cupcakes once a year. A mad impressive accomplishment, especially considering that they were killing it just with the cupcakes. That was also when I got to meet Wilson from Cast Away (scroll down in the same post for documentation)! Then Sprinkles expanded into ice cream territory. See, first there was Sprinkles Cupcakes, which I finally got to visit for the first time when I was on book tour in Los Angeles in 2010. Fortunately for us, there are lots of other treats to savor. Blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, strawberries. And don’t even get me started on the berries. It tasted just like growing up in Jersey farmland.
We got it at a roadside farm stand in New Jersey.
Then there was the best cantaloupe I’d ever had in my entire life. The amount of watermelon I have already eaten is extraordinary. One of the hardest parts of leaving summer behind is saying goodbye to summer fruit. How is it the end of August already? Seriously with this? So what you’re telling me is that it will be Thanksgiving three months from now? Directly followed by winter?ġ.
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