Normally, late August is a fine time to set up at a beach or by a body of water here in Ohio. It’s usually hot and hot and hot.

Though it’s not been that way this August, I still find myself looking for some beach reads. And I found a good one in Barefoot Summer, by Denise Hunter.

It was a quick read and though I found it predictable, it was well-written in many ways and entertaining. I think this book is the very definition of beach read, and though I wasn’t on a beach, it was enjoyable.

You’ll meet characters who may feel familiar, because they’re so real. You’ll find yourself pulling your hair out a bit, because the conflict is so…well…avoidable. You’ll enjoy it if you like chick lit, you’ll whip through it if you need something lighter, and you’ll have nothing to object to if you like romance without the sex.

For me, it’s a 3-star sort of book: I enjoyed it, but it wasn’t earth-shattering or particularly awesome. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t read it (or, if you’re a guy, that you should). 

All in all, a good read. Pull up a beach chair!