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Readathon! Kind of!

That's it. I missed the Read-a-thon last weekend, so I'm doing my own sad...alone...not actually 24 hour long...readathon. It's going to be more like "What happens when I DON'T sit in my apartment, eating hummus and watching tv on netflix instant?"

I'm totally going to write updates which will be either utterly hilarious, or deathly boring. I haven't decided yet if I'm bringing my laptop, as I am bringing way, way more books than I will be reading, as I cannot handle limiting my options.


Where are you reading from today?
My apartment. It’s like 50 degrees and rainy out. Then I shall be moving to my parents' club in the afternoon, where I've gotten permission to sit in their kickass library, which has big comfy leather armchairs and a fireplace and is usually pretty uninhabited, as I guess Big Chicago Businessmen don't like to read.

3 facts about me … 
1.  The giant ground sloth is my favorite animal.
2.  I eat hummus almost every day and have for about two years. If not longer.
3.  When I was 11, my life revolved around John and Marlena on Days of Our Lives. Yeah, I said it.

How many books do you have in your TBR pile for the next 24 hours?
Twelve. I’d be pretty jazzed if I could get through three since at least two of them are things I’ve already started but left alone for a long time.

Do you have any goals for the read-a-thon (i.e. number of books, number of pages, number of hours, or number of comments on blogs)?
If I don’t get through two, I will consider myself to have failed.

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9:07 a.m. I have started the day by watching Black Books, which, ok, is me sitting in my apartment watching tv on DVD, but it's kind of about books? Kind of? Whatever, it should count.

 1:58 p.m. Settled in. See picture on left.

3:04 p.m. Ponder the miraculous nature of the written word.

4:21 p.m. Bucket drummer takes up residence on the street below.

4:38 p.m. I hate bucket drummers.

6:04 p.m. Done with Water for Elephants.

7:32 p.m. Hands freezing off. Leave club library for warmth and hummus.

8:04 p.m. Eat large amount of hummus and watch NBC comedies while thinking I should feel bad about not reading.


9:51 p.m. Watching Black Books and checking facebook. Thinking about reading but also kind of sleepy.

Next day, 12:08 p.m. Feeling kind of bad, I finish Shit My Dad Says so I can say I read two in kind of 24 hours. Kind of. Only I'd already gotten through a lot of Water for Elephants when I started. But whatever, there, two. Also Shit My Dad Says is hilarious and everyone should read it.






















View from the club. That's the Art Institute on the right.

I feel like perhaps I have failed at this readathon, but I still had an awesome time, so BAM. Also, I ate part of a hamburger in that library, which is the sneakiest thing I have done in recent memory.

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  1. Don't feel too bad, I want to do my own little mini-readathons too. I'm think I'm gonna do one in July.

    BTW, that is the prettiest room ever. I wouldn't be able to read because I'd be walking around looking at all the books!

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  2. @Sarah I had much too much fun with this post, as I like brief updates and pictures.

    I know it is! I didn't even photograph it completely or in the best light! I used my crappy cell phone camera. But I'm going to be there next weekend, and I plan on chronicling some of the titles they have, because a lot are fun, old, out-of-print books they have because some guy in 1942 spoke there and then donated a copy. It's really awesome.

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