Dewey’s Read-a-Thon Weekend is Coming!
Tomorrow is Dewey’s 24 Hour Read-a-Thon. I’ve been looking forward to it all month. I turned in my big giant paper for the semester Wednesday. I’m not done with the semester just yet, but I’m delighted to be done with that monster of an information policy paper.
I even blogged about the Read-a-Thon on the AMACOM Books blog… It’s entirely possible that some of my colleagues are now in doubt of my sanity. One of my bosses was kind enough to provide a book for the weekend. Buckingham Palace Gardens by Anne Perry. Excellent historical fiction, set in Victorian London (one of the sweet spots where my reading tastes overlap with my boss’s). I started the book last night. It is probably not going to last until Saturday. Now I want to read all of Anne Perry’s Charlotte and Thomas Pitt novels, and rummage through my own stash of mysteries to see what I can find and reciprocate.
I’m heading out to my parents’ place, to spend the weekend there, and have given myself Saturday to read and blog and thoroughly wallow in the Dewey’s experience. I’m not going to aim for the full 24 hours, because there’s still school and work to be done. I’ve been explaining it as sort of a “bookish spa day” where I lounge about in comfy pants, eat snacks and read fiction and fun things. Making myself a mental note to devote a post to imagining what an actual bookish spa would involve. I should do some researching- I bet it exists somewhere.
As usual, I’ve got more books lined up than I could possibly get through, even at the speed I read, and/or even if I were doing the full 24 hours. I justify it as the fact that mood and timing can totally make or break a book:
Buckingham Palace Gardens – Anne Perry (Nope! Finished it today!)
The Chalice by Nancy Bilyeau. I’ve been looking forward to reading this medieval murder mystery, the sequel to The Crown, for ages.
White Jacket Required by Jenna Weber. Chef memoir. Because I am a sucker for them. Update: reading this may be problematic, as Mom has made off with my book. Fie!
The Butter Did It: a Gastronomic Mystery by Phyllis Richman. Because mystery combined with foodie lit. How could I resist? Noting- this was a Partners & Crime closing sale find… it may stink.
The Great Typo Hunt by Jeff Deck and Benjamin D. Herson. True story about friends who went on a road trip, correcting typos. Yes. This happened. Whenever I finish this, I will likely hand it off to the editors at work.
The Bughouse Affair by Marcia Muller and Bill Pronzini. Husband and wife authors write husband and wife detective story.
Ghost Hero S.J. Rozan. Mystery set in New York, chiefly Chinatown.
Notes from a Small Island by Bill Bryson. Because England. and Bill Bryson. And have had it on the shelf for a while.
E-reader’s loaded with nicely eclectic miscellany as well, most notably:
Sum It Up: A Thousand and Ninety-Eight Victories, a Couple of Irrelevant Losses, and a Life in Perspective by Pat Summitt, which just came out recently. I wasn’t expecting the NYPL to have an e-copy available, but they did, and I pounced.
The one literary food group I don’t have represented is good YA and/or fantasy. But, like I said, I’m well supplied with more than I could possibly read in a long weekend, let alone one Saturday.
Tonight, I will tuck myself into bed early, wake up, browse blogs and settle in to read and read and read. Heavenly!