It’s been so hot, brain denaturing hot, and I don’t have A/C, so all I can do is lie here on my futon and let my hurricane fan blow down on me. It’s too hot to read anything that invokes heat, which means no romances for me for awhile (I’m finishing up The Long Tail instead). Maybe I’ll pick up Annie Proulx’s The Shipping News, which a friend once told me “just makes you feel cold” as you read about Quoyle’s life in Killick-Claw.
What books affect your temperature—whether invoking the heat or a chill—when you read them? Does this affect when you read them?