I was greeted immediately by sights and smells deliciously familiar. I picked it up, completely ignorant of its contents save that it was set in Roman Britain and somewhere within its leaves was that tantalizing quote I had read in an essay some time before-the quote which caused me to read the book in the first place and pull all the strings in the deepest corners of the internet to do so. One of the novels I finished in June was The Lantern Bearers, by Rosemary Sutcliff.
I often spend the month of June finishing all the literature I began before I allow myself the luxury of reading those one or two books I have picked for the summer. During the fall and spring semesters I usually have a mound of reading material on my bookshelf: required books for any classes I am taking, philosophical literature I am reading for information, the one novel I am reading for pleasure, as well as various and sundry stray books that have wandered into my hands. My stack of books has finally dwindled down to a sane degree.
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