Here We Go...

Oh, heavens. It's happening again. I just finished a book that wasn't particularly lightweight in tone or topic but something about it tapped into that restless part of me that is just coming alive time of year when the weather is changing and everyone and everything seems to be going cuckoo for cocoa puffs. For a reasonably responsible adult, I am unbelievably susceptible to spring fever. It affects me to the core of my being, and I experience a period of total upheaval that dictates what I wear, eat, drink and, of course, read. I'm just so excited about my current queue, which includes not only the aforementioned Scott ARC but also:

Mary Pearson's The Adoration of Jenna Fox
Marc Acito's Attack of the Theater People
Maureen Johnson's Suite Scarlett
Maryrose Wood's My Life: The Musical
Hilary McKay's Forever Rose

Naturally that's only the appetizer for two seasons' worth of offerings that will surely tempt me to abandon all else for the sake of their alfresco consumption. And you know, I can live with that.

What's stoking the flames of your seasonal affect?

Written material © 2008 Dawn Emerman