Aaaaaaaaand … I’m back! I’m also super tired, but I’m plopping myself back down on the futon with a glass of diet pop (but the kind with caffeine), a book, and Zaid on the other couch keeping me company. I’m hoping to keep going for at least another few hours before I crash out!
I didn’t read much between the last post and now, because I was playing games and being social, but I did read on the subway and in the car on the way there and back. So right now, I’m about 100 pages into November Blues by Sharon Draper.
Also, I’m going to jump right back into some more challenges!
Hour 17 Mini-Challenges:
- What steps did you take to ensure you’d be able to read as much as possible today?
- Of those steps, which proved to be the most beneficial to your day?
- Is there anything you might do differently next time?
1. I made sure that I had a pile of short, interesting, quick reads for me to go through and keep my momentum up. I also made sure that there was snacky food in the house and that both my roommate and my boyfriend knew that most of my energy today would be spent on reading.
2. So far, the most beneficial was preparing the people I’d be spending most of the day with (Zaid and Liz) for the fact that I’d be pretty much mentally unavailable to them. I keep checking in just in case, particularly with Zaid, but everything seems to be going smoothly!
3. I probably would try not to schedule anything else on the same day, like going to a games night (though this one was fine, it was scheduled first and I wasn’t going to bail on people). Other than that, everything seems to be going just fine!
In this mini-challenge, I’m asking you to tell me about the first book you remember loving. I’m talking, soul-searing, blood-boiling, can’t-get-enough-of-it love. This book doesn’t have to be from your childhood but it can be.
Just write up a quick post telling me what the first book you absolutely loved was and why you loved it. If you want to include some stories about your history with this book, please do!
The first book that I remember absolutely adoring was The Berenstein Bears The Bike Lesson. Most of the memories I have of being a really small child are of my parents reading to me, particularly my father. I used to make him read that story to me night after night for weeks on end! There was just something about snuggling up under the blanket and listening to his voice as he acted out the characters that was just captivating.