So summer's just a calendar page away, and you think you're pretty well prepared. Got a new bathing suit. Got a week reserved at that sweet (and delightfully inexpensive!) little resort in the mountains. Already nailed down a sitter for the June 12 opening of The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3. Your faithful TiVo is going to record Harper's Island (cheesy but fun), and you're fairly sure you can score tix to see Green Day, or maybe John Mellencamp, Bob Dylan, and Willie Nelson. And then you realize you never planned your summer reading schedule! OMG! Uncle Stevie to the rescue. There's not a dog in the bunch, I promise — well, there is one, but he's on purpose.