Lying on the grass, reading, was a slim, tanned woman of about thirty.
Page 1: a photo of a girl lying in the grass, reading, another approaching as if to rescue her from solitude.
Hanging out at the park on a sunny Los Angeles winter afternoon, lying on the grass, reading, taking it in while unfortunately having to endure the Mexican evangelical preacher squawking away in Spanish on a megaphone at the far end.
Perhaps one of the greatest pleasures of summer is lying on a beach or in the grass reading a good book (Kindle, Nook, Tablet, iPad, whatever) that is neither work-related nor serious, diving into stories, falling in love with new or old characters to the satisfying end.
It comes out on Criterion looking splendid with all sorts of extras, including new interviews, TV interviews at the time, author Gunter Grass reading from his novel and so on.
People stretched out on the grass to read as the sunset turned Fifth Avenue's limestone towers orange.
A little over a year ago, my English teacher led my class outside to sit on the grass and read poetry.
The atmosphere is amazing and as you sit down on the grass and read, waiting for your next event, you feel so calm and relaxed.
Consider as examples the beautifully reflective "Tall Grass" ("I read it all came down to giving your lives and burying loved ones") and "Beautiful Amnesia" ("Big hand says that it's time to go").
And look at Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles as visual splendor -- not in the grass while reading a comic book, but at your local cinema while laughing and having a good time.
