I’ve spent the week looking back on the summer through the prism of sports, television, movies and song, so it’s only fitting that I should close things out with a discussion of the written word.
I suppose the official book of the summer would be Fifty Shades of Grey (along with its sequels) but I have no time for glorified Twilight fan fiction. Another much-hyped book, Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl, has received much higher praise (including from my wife, who read it in about two days), and I definitely plan to read that one.