Share2 Pin Tweet Share +1 StumbleShares 2My childhood memories of summer revolve around beaches and summer reading. Having grown up in ‘the Hamptons,’ (Southampton, to be precise), I spent most of my childhood sitting on the beach. Reveling in the luxurious sounds of waves crashing against the shore and seagulls singing, I would lie down on my towel not to sunbathe, but to settle in and read a good book. Back then we didn’t have Amazon.com. No, my mom would… Read more »