What We’re Reading in the Summer of 2019

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“Picture,” by Lillian Ross

Lillian Ross’s “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

Summer is the season dedicated to reckless self-discovery, beginning, on the first truly warm day of the year, with a jarring reintroduction to one’s own body: “Hey, my legs!” John Glynn’s lovely memoir, “Doreen St. Félix

“Out East,” by John Glynn

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