Ah, summer. When I was young, that meant extra time for reading. I would finish my chores (yup, I called them that-just call me Laura Ingalls Wilder....) and curl up with a book. If it was nice, on a blanket under a tree. When I got a little older I threw my book in my bike basket and headed down to the river to my 'secret' spot. I followed the adventures of Beezus and Ramona, and Laura and Mary, and the Boxcar Children.