I've been itching for the start of fall for a while now. And dreaming that the lessening of the light and the drop in the temperature will somehow make me read more.
Some ideas I've had for September through March reading:
The Garden Against Time, Olivia Laing (2/3 of the way through this for my college friends pandemic-era Zoom book club)
Palaces for the People, Eric Klinenberg (re-read, for my work's book club)
Some Anita Brookner, whom I've never read and know absolutely nothing about
Melville, including Moby Dick but also other stuff. (I read Billy Budd in college, MD on a whim many years ago, and that's about it.)
Nothing but Wodehouse. I opened up a minor Wodehouse (Summer Lightning) that I'd abandoned (through sheer distraction) months if not years ago, and it immediately made me laugh out loud and sucked me back into poor Ronald's saga (and the pig hasn't even been stolen yet)
The new Marlon James that is supposedly so good
The Matrix by Lauren Groff, which was another possible selection for the work book club, about Marie de France
How We Disappear, A Personal History of Information
Get back to my Ottomans book
Maybe read a history of the East India Company?
Re-read Middlemarch, obvs
Inside the Box: How Constraints Make Us Better
Rings of Saturn, W.G. Sebald
Norton critical edition of Paradise Lost, currently in route to my house
John Clare's enclosure poems
Something about birding