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Readathon, Parte Dos

MIDWAY POINT OF THE MINI READATHON.


I seriously love that we're able to do this. And God bless Twitter, y'know?

So. I have finished Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe, and — *sobs* — WHY can't I just live in Whistle Stop, Alabama, WHY.

I get that this is manufactured and not real and helps build the Southern mythology, but I LOVE the Southern mythology, so let's just all believe in it, please.

Started Harry Potter and was delighted by how easily my 12-year-old copy stays open after being read by almost all the kids in the family and carted around by me from home to dorm to Chicago. Also I found this on the inside:

"Alice J. Burton earned this book
at Chautauqua, NY in 1999 at the
age of 14 (written in Oct. 2000)"

I'd recently found books by my grandmother with her name + college written in them, so I was on a Mark This Book kick.

I've also read like a chapter of Eats, Shoots & Leaves, my favorite part of which thus far might be:
 When my own mother suggested we print on the front of the book 'For the select few,' I was hurt, I admit it; I bit my lip and blinked a tear. Yet I knew what she meant. I am the writer, after all, who once wrote a whole comic novel about Lewis Carroll and Alfred, Lord Tennyson and expected other people to be interested. Oh yes, I have learned that lesson the hard way.

 I have also eaten many delicious things. READALONG ONWARD.

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