The collected short stories of Flannery O'Connor, and the "New York Novels" by Edith Wharton.
Two polar-opposite writers, but I intend to gobble up more books by female writers. Flannery O'Connor is a significant southern fiction writer, and she is able to create the most disturbing and despicable characters in a solid work of fiction better than any other writer. Her stories are proof that a character need not be likable or heroic to draw in the reader.
It's strange to go from O'Connor's tales of wooden-leg-stealing Bible salesman to Wharton's polite world of brownstones and New York society parties in "The Age of Innocence". Odd, but fulfilling.
And piled up in a corner waiting to be read this summer are lots of books on Thomas Jefferson, Monticello, and some books on old Southern homes.
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