The 48 Hour Book Binge is such a nice kick-off to summertime.
Boy, sans The Book Thief, this year's reading challenge went a lot better. Last year I was interrupted so many times I was frantic and irritated. I only finished seven books, and ended up being pulled into all kinds of other people's problems, and I got really frustrated. This year, I am proud to report that being ruthless really helped. Clearly I need to be a bigger bully and make people feed me and leave me alone to read more often. I only felt guilty once or twice. Or three times. But no more than that.
This year, I finished ...
- Fifteen books (actually fourteen and a half, but I had to finish up the last Maude March!)
- 3,688 pages (throw in a couple of MG and 400 pagers - it helps)
- And approximately thirty-six hours of reading (barring sleeping, and an unfortunate phone call from a girlfriend I couldn't tell to hush and leave me alone, 'cause she was calling long-distance, and an unfortunate choir rehearsal where the director was late - but I had my book in my purse, so all was well!).
Getting my reviews/comments posted was a bit of a challenge at times, but scrawling thoughts on handy scraps of paper seemed to work out okay. These couldn't be mistaken as coherent reviews for the most part, but for some books it was a temptation to write essays (there's that English major in me always wanting to respond to books in some way.) - which I squelched, for the most part. No matter how brief my comments, some of the books I read were fabulous, and you should check them out. I did begin some books and choose not to finish them or review them -- I'll spare all of us that torment -- but I tried not to spend more than ten minutes on figuring out whether or not a book was worth my time.
As always, having an excuse to read unopposed is an unrivaled delight to me, and I hope to join the fun next year!