SO! Kids! Guess what! I’ve fenagled my way into the Read-A-Thon! After the heartbreaking realization that I wasn’t going to be able to participate in the Spring Read-A-Thon I knew I’d have to make sure to be able to participate in the October one. Well, the date rolled around and LO AND BEHOLD, I had already agreed with She that we would fulfill one of her lifelong dreams and go to Luray Caverns because here’s what you don’t know about She, she likes BATS and is mostly a vampire. True story, her brother told me.
Fortunately, Luray Caverns looks pretty amazing so I will forgive her. I mean, look at that water! Aren’t you just a little bit jealous?
But! I was still sad about missing the Read-A-Thon and so was She. So we made a decision: we are going to read ONE DAY EARLY. I told you this was a fenagle. We are going to begin reading at exactly 5AM (which our third roommate A does NOT believe will happen, BUT IT WILL) Eastern Standard Time on Friday. She will take breaks for her classes and I will take breaks for my court date. Because erm, I might have gotten a traffic ticket or something. Hopefully it won’t take more than 3 hours (ambitious?)
I that this is not a major faux pas, but She and I just want to celebrate in the festivities! And as soon as we return from Luray Caverns and I’m going to be cheering all you regular Read-A-Thoners on! So I broke my own rules and went to the library and got Read-A-Thon appropriate books. On Thursday night we’re going to go get Read-A-Thon appropriate snacks and meals. Then Friday morning let the festivities begin.
So let the book lists begin!
Read-A-Thon pile, featuring cat
Endpoint and other poems by John Updike: Mild winter, then a birthday burst of snow.
The Dead and the Gone by Susan Beth Pfeffer: At the moment when life as he had known it changed forever, Alex Morales was behind the counter at Joey’s Pizza, slicing a spinach pesto pie into eight roughly equal pieces.
Housekeeping vs. the Dirt by Nick Hornby: The story so far: I have been writing a column in this magazine for the last fifteen months.
Antebellum Dream Book: Poems by Elizabeth Alexander: You tell me, knees are important, you kiss
Disquiet by Julia Leigh: They stood before the great gateway, all around an empty and open countryside, ugly countryside, flat mud-ploughed fields.
Gone by Michael Grant: One minute the teacher was talking about the Civil War.
Heartbreak Soup by Gilbert Hernandez: As well as giving baths for a living in those days, Chelo was a midwife.
North of Beautiful by Justina Chen Headly: Not to brag or anything, but if you saw me from behind, you’d probably think I was perfect.
Lark and Termite by Jane Anne Phillips: He’d shipped out to Occupied Japan in December ’49: whatever baby was a tucked seed inside Lola’s sex, a nub the size of a tailbone.
The Silenced by James DeVita: Marena hurried down the street, past the long stretch of identical home units, the winter air needling her awake.
So Yesterday by Scott Westerfeld: We are all around you.
The Selected Works of T.S. Spivet by Reif Larsen: The phone call came late one August afternoon as my older sister Gracie and I sat out on the back porch shucking the sweet corn into the big tin buckets.
My goal is to get through at least five of these books. It might be a lofty goal, but I think I can do it!