It’s time for the first mini-readathon of 2014,* hosted by the lovely Tika (aka Snowflake, if you’re in the know and want her to kick you in the shin).
I don’t have a great track record with readathons, mini or otherwise, and I think it’s because I set my sights too high. So the theme of this mini-readathon is “Strive for Mediocrity—Except in the Realm of Snacks, Where We Maintain Very High Standards Indeed.”
My primary goal is to make some serious headway in The Goldfinch, which, after several months of waiting, I received through the library hold system and will be called upon to return unto the library hold system when the calendar strikes January 17. The circle of life.
“Mini” justification: While the book itself is anything but miniature, goldfinches are pretty small, as birds go. And the story opens with a boy, and a boy is just a pocket-sized man.
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To break up the monotony of reading only one book for 8 hours, and in keeping with my quasi-New Year’s resolution to read more comics, I will be . . . reading some comics.
I’ve got Y: The Last Man (Book 3—One Small Step), Batman: Year One, and something called A God Somewhere, which is a 2011 Vertigo comic billed as a “superhero tragedy” (SOLD). I also have a stash of comics that I’ve bought over the years and never read, waiting in the wings. But this is enough to be getting on with (and everyone knows that once you buy a book you never read it).
"Mini" justification: They are COMICS.
As for snacks, I haven’t had a chance to acquire any yet. BUT THERE WILL BE SNACKS. Petite ones.
*I’m actually writing this on Thursday night so I can schedule it to post at start time Saturday morning, because I have no Internet at home (Still. I KNOW.) and I plan to spend most of the readathon in my pajamas, which I could probably get away with at the local coffee hole in Hipster Town, USA, if not for this modicum of pride I’ve managed to cling to thus far.