Here we are. The 24 hour readathon and the first time I'm putting any actual effort into reading for more than appx six of those hours. It's started out with a total bang, of course, as my Central Standard start time was supposed to be 7 a.m. and I arose at 9:30, then made tacos. So hours 1-4 have consisted of me eating many tacos and reading part of The Goldfinch.
All right, day. Let's see how you go.
UPDATE 2
Well. I guess now we're in hour eight, which for me is like...hour five? Anyway, I was getting sleepy from sitting on the couch in my pajamas, so I got dressed and took a walk to the Anti-Cruelty Society to look at kitties and puppies. The weather today is overcast but warm, which is my FAVORITE, so none of that No Going Outside shit. Of course, by going outside, I did have to deal with this:
Anyway. I am one giant chapter away from finishing The Goldfinch, which I have been reading on my phone out back of my apartment while wearing a hoodie I emergency-bought at an empty mall in Salem, Massachusetts. I love this damn hoodie.
I'm also working on Doll Bones by Holly Black, which is legit way scarier than Night Film.
Regarding a doll kept in a glass case:
NO NO DOLLS COMING FOR PEOPLE.
I am cheering for you all from the comfort of my living room.
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| Food that I am currently eating |
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| Books I am currently NOT reading, as Goldfinch is an eBook |
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| Those are bookmarks. I am terrible at reading. |
All right, day. Let's see how you go.
UPDATE 2
Well. I guess now we're in hour eight, which for me is like...hour five? Anyway, I was getting sleepy from sitting on the couch in my pajamas, so I got dressed and took a walk to the Anti-Cruelty Society to look at kitties and puppies. The weather today is overcast but warm, which is my FAVORITE, so none of that No Going Outside shit. Of course, by going outside, I did have to deal with this:
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| ahhhhhh! |
Anyway. I am one giant chapter away from finishing The Goldfinch, which I have been reading on my phone out back of my apartment while wearing a hoodie I emergency-bought at an empty mall in Salem, Massachusetts. I love this damn hoodie.
I'm also working on Doll Bones by Holly Black, which is legit way scarier than Night Film.
Regarding a doll kept in a glass case:
Apparently, one time, Poppy had woken in the middle of the night and found her sister—with whom she shared a room— sitting upright in bed. 'If she gets out of the case, she'll come for us,' her sister had said, blank-faced, before slumping back down on her pillow.
NO NO DOLLS COMING FOR PEOPLE.
I am cheering for you all from the comfort of my living room.
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