Four books for people who like their summer slippery, fun & a touch pretentious. As a snack.

Look impossibly well-read while doing absolutely nothing.

A Decadent Woman — Georges de Peyrebrune
For the person who likes their nineteenth-century women rebellious, scandalous, and bloody funny. Full of imagined 'hair flicks' and 'sighs'. 

Chog — Quentin Crisp
For the person who thinks a gothic fantasy is perfectly appropriate holiday reading, especially when it's written by one of the twentieth century's great eccentrics.

Astraea — Kate Kruimink
For the person who enjoys their speculative fiction atmospheric from the little thrum of suspicion throughout.

Défenestrate — Renée Branum
For the person who likes their family histories complicated, their narratives a little acrobatic, and their literature full of people falling apart (or simply falling).