In our culture, the dog days of summer mean “beach reads” or “guilty pleasure” books. I don’t really believe that we should feel guilty about reading silly or escapist novels, but I do think it’s fascinating when a book we read for pure enjoyment or a quick plot fix ends up seducing us with its delights.
We become converts. Or, at the very least, the Greyhound ride becomes that much more pleasant (thank you, Da Vinci Code, for redeeming one such Greyhound ride for me).
So in the spirit of honest inquiry, I polled the Flavorwire staff on the guilty pleasure books that they genuinely liked — and as you can see, the results are a charming mix of predictable and weird.