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#Readathon Hour 9ish Mini Challenges

October 22, 2016

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I’m back to the Readathon after a morning and early afternoon rambling about uptown. Some of it was bookish: getting to see a statue of Mother Goose (which I mistook for Baba Yaga at the time) and a bust of Schiller, as well as a detour through Strawberry Fields. It wasn’t the hideaway focus on books and reading that I’ve valued about previous Reathons, but it was good. Taking time out, meeting new people, taking introspection and stillness time from everyday life, regrouping time. Spiritual reconnection based around words and poetry. So, similar to the Readathon, if less virtual.

Plus, I misquoted Lady Lazarus at a new friend who works as a stuntman, so that entertained me. And he was suitably impressed. Librarian cred! It wasn’t an ideal day for outside exploration: raw, windy, bits of rain. Good weather to be back home, wearing cozy fuzzy pajama pants and a gray sweater with long droopy sleeves I’ve had since I was 14. Yes, that’s more what this weather demands.

Now I’m back home, wearing cozy clothes and catching up on Readathon.

Midnight Book Girl asks: What are your bookish memories?

That’s like asking for a favorite book. I couldn’t possibly pick just one.

I can think of so many:

This Readathon day brings back a memory of my first Readathon in 2011, where I read and read, slept just a few hours. The next afternoon, my parents and I went to visit my grandma in her nursing home, where she and her friends were suitably impressed, if a little bemused by the idea of staying up all night reading and being on the Internet. I remember her one friend who’d been an English professor really loving the idea.

The Westing GameI remember book fairs when I was a kid. I bought The Westing Game at the first school book fair I can remember going to. I was eight. I’ve read it every year since. Hm, it’s almost Halloween, I should read it today!

I remember two books that really made me cry: The Doomsday Book by Connie Willis and The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak. Both books made me sob. And I didn’t expect it either time, nor did my astonished father, who gave me a hug.

Reading The DaVinci Code in tandem with a former Jesuit seminary student, who was absolutely outraged  about how much canon law they got wrong. He waved his arms and got such a good rant going I was pretty sure he was going to levitate. I felt almost as irate about the badness of the writing, but man, his ire was fun to watch!

I remember all sorts of bookstores: Burton’s Bookstore on Long Island, the Corner Bookstore uptown, making sure that every place I travel to, I go check out the local bookstore. Or bookstores. (London, Edinburgh, I promise I’ll come back to you and your bookstores, someday soon.)

I’ve got to keep this Bookish Memory idea going, to see what else comes up.

Another daydream-inspiring mini-challenge from Ampersand Read:

This challenge seems simple: if money and time were no object (you’ve won the biggest lottery jackpot ever, and your boss is totally fine with you taking all of the time off work you need), where would you go to experience your favorite book(s) or series? Fictional places count too, of course.

My first thought is, ooh! Getting to be in the Young Wizards world and see real magic! Or American Gods or the Library in Discworld… I’m not sure I want to be in a world where the magic is real because those are stories about preventing the end of the world. I’m really, really not interested in being a protagonist, or even any kind of centrally involved in a scenario where the world might end. Or even having that on the table. That is not my kind of adventure, thanks. I think I’d do better in a lovely sort of ordinary life novel. The restaurant in Comfort Food  by Kate Jacobs or the one in The School of Essential Ingredients would be amazing, and I’ve read both books any number of times, just to be around the people again. Good ideas. Or into the Westing Game, not to play, necessarily, but to dispense cookies and hugs and alcohol to a few people who need them.

Gah! No! Nevermind that, forget it. If I have one chance to crawl into the world of a book and stay there for as long as I want, I want to go to The Night Circus. Why didn’t I think about that? It’s lovely, and I want to explore it and it’s not the end of the world.

Also, if I could go into books, I have a few vendettas to settle: Holden Caulfield needs a kick in the shins. Speaking of The Westing Game. Bella and Edward also need a good kick. As does Mrs. Bennett from Pride and Prejudice.

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