Good morning, good people of the Read-a-Thon!
We’re a little more than 1 hour in, and I’ve been reading since 7:30 a.m. (even though the Midwest’s start time was 7:00. I am a lazy son-of-a-gun in the morning).
I just popped over to the Read-a-Thon mother ship, and here’s the first thing on the to-do list for the day (other than: Read):
reading from today?
2)Three random facts about me…
3)How many books do you have in your TBR pile for the next 24 hours?
4)Do you have any goals for the read-a-thon (i.e. number of books, number of
pages, number of hours, or number of comments on blogs)?
I’d like to finish 4 books and read until the 3 a.m. hour. (Usually that’s when I start conking out.)
It’s less than a week till the Read-a-Thon, so the stockpiling has begun!
It hit me that I really should take a picture of the stash thus far. It hit me while I was cleaning the house, which is no surprise. I mean, why dust when you can be piling up books and photographing them?
Though the dusting was actually bookish, too. I’m hosting the book club this week, and while the ladies (being in the inner circle and all) have seen this house in a state of disaster, it seems polite to at least whip a dust rag around the rooms before book club night.
So yeah, it’s gonna be a good week ahead: book club night, then Read-a-Thon day. Things are good around here.
Every time I walk past a little cafe in my town, I think of the Read-a-Thon–because usually I go there on Read-a-Thon day, twice a year. I sit outside at a charming little table and drink coffee and eat something lovely, and I bring my book and sort of read a little bit. But basically, let’s just say it: I’m playing hooky.