We are in the midst of winter. It is rainy, gray, gloomy, sometimes snowy. Isn't this snowy view from my apartment gorgeous? I know we've all be told that we ought to read happy fun, fluffy books in the summer and wintertime is a good time for the dark, gloomy, and scary books, but I just can't do that. Yep, it's partly as I have slightly depressive tendencies. But even if you don't, I still just don't get this mindset. If it's dark and gloomy outside, why do I want to read something dark and gloomy inside? When I'm snuggled up with my tea and my blanket, trying (and failing) to get my cat to snuggle with me, I want to read warm and uplifting books. I want to read about fun ideas, inspiring people, and I want to learn cool facts.
Some of you might say, but if you read beach reads in the winter, does that mean you only read light and fluffy books all year round? Not at all. I prefer my dark and dreary and difficult books when it's sunny and breezy and when I'm in a great mood and it's easy to be happy. It seems like my reading habits go against the grain, but if so, that works out really well since I am in the publishing business, and I often read books six months in advance of when they're published. Which means ARCs of beach reads are circulated in the winter and vice-versa. So my reverse winter/summer reading trends align perfectly with my chosen career, yay! How often does that happen?
I can't be alone in this. Who is with me? Who else is reading beach reads like Where'd You Go, Bernadette and Attachments this winter? And putting off the potentially depressing reads to be read by the pool or in the park in about 6 months? I wonder if there are enough of us that publishers ought to do some counter-programming and have a few opposite books on their summer and winter lists?