The 24-Hour-Readathon is this Saturday, and I am excited pants. I’ve usually bowed out in the past two years, usually because real life got in the way—but, dammit, since the past couple of weeks, real life has been all up in my business, I will read my way through the weekend.
Here in my sunny little archipelago, the Readathon begins at 10 on Saturday evening, to end 10 on Sunday evening. [Or, well, I hope my computation’s right, haha.] Perfect for this night owl, and I am so excited, I could cry. I’ve been trudging through this past workweek, knowing that the Readathon is waiting for me at its close. Wee. And I am just about to tell everyone I am in speaking terms with to, you know, not speak to me at all for those 24 hours.
Pictured above are some of the books I’ve been reading for a while now—usually, I picked them up and read a pinch of pages, then got distracted by something shiny. Makes sense that I would read them during the Readathon: Finish the stories unread from the collections [UPDATE: Um. Oops, I just finished reading Love in a Fallen City by Eileen Chang about an hour ago. Heh.]; make progress with at least one of the novels (Eugenides looking tasty as ever, though I wonder why I set down the de Botton about a week ago); and return to the art books I dipped into (also, pictures!).
Yeah, that’s the sensible route. But I’ve spent the past couple of days cheering myself up by making lists of books that have long been in my shelves, books I want to finally read, yummy books. I’ve been pulling books from my shelves, making neat stacks, only to change my mind and begin all over again.
So, below, the books I shouldn’t even get too close to:
Heh. But, again, wee! I will be reading until it’s fun—probably the moment right before I want to puke out words. Mmmm, wordvomit. Okay. Um. Yes. See you soon, and keep us company?