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Readathon the Third and Final Chapter (...Until I Do a Recap Tomorrow)

I am tired. I am lame. I am going to pass out to Parks and Recreation. But for those of you who are unlame, and for those who aren't doing the readathon but want VIDEO AWESOMENESS, I offer you the following:





I know what you're thinking. Harry Potter? A song from a video game? How could that be good? BUT IT IS. And I scoured the internet for an mp3 of that song, because it is amazing.

I've finished:
Catching Fire, Suzanne Collins
Winnie the Pooh, A.A. Milne

And they were both fantastic. I giggled approximately a billion times during Winnie the Pooh. Example:

"Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.
"Hallo!"
"I think the bees suspect something!"

I'm going to try to read some more of Happy Accidents, but I absolutely must go to sleep soon. I think I did about 300 pages? Which is, of course, padded, as Winnie the Pooh has a huge number of illustrations and fun textual layout that takes up space. But whatevs, I'm countin' it.

And, of course, how could I be any kind of a decent book blogger/readathoner if I didn't repost what we all know to be the greatest song of all time (and so apt for those of you who're awesome and continuing on):





Listen to that and TRY not to feel better about everything ever in life. You will fail.

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