Dewey’s 24-Hour Read-a-Thon is coming around again, and I’ve done signed up.
Yup, I’m going to read myself senseless for the 2nd official time.
I used to have greater fortitude. I remember summer nights/mornings during my high school years when I’d still be up reading when my dad got up for work. Actually, that felt shameful — my sloth contrasting with his horrid work hours.
But there’s virtue in this Read-a-Thon business!
It’s strangely/wonderfully communal, even though we’re all shut away in our own little places, reading like our lives depend on it.
But then we scuttle out of our caves, squint, and halloo over to the next mountaintop and find out what our neighborling is reading.
And it is good.