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lady_schrapnellSO all over the place atm! I keep flitting from Bloglines (50 unread messages!) to LJ to email, with interruptions to talk to my mother on the phone (she waiting until after 2:30 to ring, which was sweet of her) to ordering flowers sent to my aunt in Maryland for her birthday, to a review - well, you get the picture.
Now just spent a strenuous 10 minutes with my time-sheet, trying to sort out my hours read.
10 hours on Friday
13 hours and 50 minutes
5 hours today
Total (unless I'm too tired to count right) = 28 hours and 50 minutes.
7 books
1890 pages.
Was it a challenge? Hell yes. Not the reading, which was just great, especially doing it as part of a big weird-in-a-good-way group. And if I really pushed it, I could possibly justify all this as study-reading (for some point in the future, rather than this module on the origins and development of children's lit!) Writing about the reading though took mental re-grouping which got harder and harder as I got tireder. Leaving the housework for another time was dead easy - that's a constant factor of life in these parts, though even I managed to feel a bit guilty occasionally. I'm most pleased with myself for not getting distracted by my most tempting kind of distractions - blogs and the like. On the other hand, I don't feel displeased about messing up whatever slim chance I might have had of winning a prize for hours spent by talking/writing to my loved ones (and they all get my weirdness enough to know those were true acts of love).
What I can't even imagine? Trying to organise this thing and then participate... Thanks again, MotherReader.
I'll hopefully have enough energy soon to write about Lemonade Mouth, my last book, but for now, rather than allow a feeling of let-down set in, I'm going to list all the books I'm looking forward to reading still. Behind a cut, as I've flooded friends' pages enough for a while to come.
- Senrid, by Sherwood Smith. It's here now but I knew I wanted to read it when I wasn't both tired and trying to read faster than normal.
- The Off-Season, by Catherine Gilbert Murdock, sequel to Dairy Queen, which I loved. (Ordered and on the way)
- Bermudez Triangle, by Maureen Johnson. Ordered and on the way because I thought Devilish so very good.
- Shamanka, by Jeanne Willis, which Charlie read for reviewing and recommended to me.
-The Tide Knot, by Helen Dunmore, lent to me by Michele because I liked Ingo so much.
- I Am the Wallpaper, by Mark Peter Hughes, which should have been brought over with Lemonade Mouth but arrived very late from some not-so-great seller with no explanation.
- The third Penni Russon, whenever I can
- The sequel to The Green Glass Sea, whenever it's written.
-The Wide Wide World.
No, I lied about the last, which I don't look forward to reading at all.
Now just spent a strenuous 10 minutes with my time-sheet, trying to sort out my hours read.
10 hours on Friday
13 hours and 50 minutes
5 hours today
Total (unless I'm too tired to count right) = 28 hours and 50 minutes.
7 books
1890 pages.
Was it a challenge? Hell yes. Not the reading, which was just great, especially doing it as part of a big weird-in-a-good-way group. And if I really pushed it, I could possibly justify all this as study-reading (for some point in the future, rather than this module on the origins and development of children's lit!) Writing about the reading though took mental re-grouping which got harder and harder as I got tireder. Leaving the housework for another time was dead easy - that's a constant factor of life in these parts, though even I managed to feel a bit guilty occasionally. I'm most pleased with myself for not getting distracted by my most tempting kind of distractions - blogs and the like. On the other hand, I don't feel displeased about messing up whatever slim chance I might have had of winning a prize for hours spent by talking/writing to my loved ones (and they all get my weirdness enough to know those were true acts of love).
What I can't even imagine? Trying to organise this thing and then participate... Thanks again, MotherReader.
I'll hopefully have enough energy soon to write about Lemonade Mouth, my last book, but for now, rather than allow a feeling of let-down set in, I'm going to list all the books I'm looking forward to reading still. Behind a cut, as I've flooded friends' pages enough for a while to come.
- Senrid, by Sherwood Smith. It's here now but I knew I wanted to read it when I wasn't both tired and trying to read faster than normal.
- The Off-Season, by Catherine Gilbert Murdock, sequel to Dairy Queen, which I loved. (Ordered and on the way)
- Bermudez Triangle, by Maureen Johnson. Ordered and on the way because I thought Devilish so very good.
- Shamanka, by Jeanne Willis, which Charlie read for reviewing and recommended to me.
-The Tide Knot, by Helen Dunmore, lent to me by Michele because I liked Ingo so much.
- I Am the Wallpaper, by Mark Peter Hughes, which should have been brought over with Lemonade Mouth but arrived very late from some not-so-great seller with no explanation.
- The third Penni Russon, whenever I can
- The sequel to The Green Glass Sea, whenever it's written.
-The Wide Wide World.
No, I lied about the last, which I don't look forward to reading at all.
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Date: 2007-06-10 07:23 pm (UTC)The Bermudez Triangle by Maureen Johnson is great. I love her writing. Bermudez has my favorite of her characters - Parker - while I think her best book is The Key to the Golden Firebird, and her newest book, Girl at Sea, is a gem.
I am the Wallpaper is cute, and you'll like seein where the characters from Lemonade Mouth began.
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Date: 2007-06-10 10:21 pm (UTC)I think it was Leila at Bookshelves of Doom who recced Mark Peter Hughes, and I hoped I remembered her having said it didn't matter about reading order with those two.
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Date: 2007-06-14 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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