I have, in fact, read this summer. But not in an adventuresome sort of way. I'm facing another deadline, and I've been rather desperately grabbing for comfort reading. Re-reads, mostly. Lots of Elizabeth Goudge.
Mozart. Mahler. Film Night. The Mark Morris Dance Company. And, in one final joyous evening, Wait Wait Don't Tell Me.
I didn't read much that night! And now I'm sort of crushing on Emanuel Ax. Because he was charming, funny, and humble.