I’m sad to report that my participation in this year’s readathon never really got off the ground. I was out super-late the night before, and then had a (pleasant) unexpected social obligation when I woke up on Saturday, so my slightly late start became extremely late. No snacks were laid in, no to-be-read pile was eagerly assembled and photographed… in fact, I didn’t even pick up a YA or children’s novel, which would have at least been easier to finish in this time frame. My OCD is such that I was frustrated from the beginning being out of sync with the readathon schedule and with trying to finish up books that I’d already started. AND I didn’t took my own advice and was felled by a nap in Hour 3. I didn’t even use all the train time that I’d alloted for reading, since I ended up having a conversation with Mr. Penny (and even a nutjob like me will acknowledge that talking to your husband is better than reading).
So my official stats are below, and I think I learned that I should make readathons an official event, with even a minor sense of pomp and circumstance, or just not bother. This was all my bad, though… the readathon was super-well-organized, and a bunch of lovely cheerleaders stopped by my last post to say hello, so I’m really looking forward to making a better showing for the next one in October.
Official finish line stats:
Title of book(s) read:
Soulless by Gail Carriger
The Art of Eating In by Cathy Erway
Lamb in His Bosom by Caroline Miller
The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin
Number of books completed since you started: 2 (but they had been started prior to the readathon)
Total pages read: 283
Amount of time spent reading: 5 hours (woe is me!)

Thanks for the opportunity/excuse to carve out an uninterrupted block of reading time before everything gets truly crazy for the holidays! I was happy to celebrate the blog birthday of one of my favorite reads,
this type of reading event. From the
Even though I’m pretty reactionary about the abundance of goal-setting in public education right now (i.e., Isn’t “read 25 books this year” a good enough goal? Do we really need 12-year-olds to make goals like “Improve my ability to make text-to-self connections” or does that take some of the joy out of the whole enterprise?), I’m ready to set a concrete goal for this blog: write more. I don’t think it’s realistic to review every single book I read here (even my beloved Goodreads account has fallen by the wayside this summer), but I do think I can write some kind of something (and not always a meme, for the love of Pete, although they are quite nice) once a week. For a year. I can assess myself next year during Book Blogger Appreciation Week and then this all will have come full circle in a very satisfying way.

