Since last post:
Time spent: Reading: 25 minutes
On computer (blogging, commenting/cheering, mini-challenges): 10 minutes
Between the covers:--
Number of pages: 47 pages
What I read: Alice in Wonderland
Down the hatch:--tuna salad on flatbread with lemonade. I make a mean tuna salad!
Cumulatively:
Reading: 132 minutes
On computer (blogging, commenting/cheering, mini-challenges): 127 minutes
Other (pet care, cooking, etc.): about 32 minutes or so.
Between the covers:--Number of pages: 143 pages!--
What I've read: Finished of Mice and Men and one short story
Total Mini-Challenges: 3
Wow I beat the 100 page mark! I got the sudden urge to read some Calvin and Hobbes and went to search for my dad's collection of Calvin and Hobbes books but couldn't find any. I'll be trying again this hour. I've checked into itunes audiobooks on podcasts and I think I found something. I'll have to grab my ipod to download it and see.
Thanks to the people who commented answering my questions! This hour was much better. If the audiobook works out, I think I'll go outside and play in the leaves with my brother and sister. They have a pile taller than my 9 year old sister out there, seriously. I'm about to go see.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Read-a-Thon Hour 5
Hour 4...yeah...it's early...
I'm already tired of reading. I've been on blogs and stuff most of this hour. I need some help from you guys, so please comment if you could help me out!
This is what my Alice in Wonderland book belongs to. These are my prettiest books!
Time spent: Reading: 7 minutes
Between the covers:--Number of pages: 11 pages
Down the hatch:--nothing
Other: nothing
Cumulatively:Reading: 107 minutes
On computer (blogging, commenting/cheering, mini-challenges): 117 minutes. Now my blogging time is more than my reading time!
Other (pet care, cooking, etc.): 24 minutes
Between the covers:--Number of pages: 96 pages--
What I've read: Finished of Mice and Men and one short story
Total Mini-Challenges: 3
Read-a-Thon Hour 3
Read a Thon hour 2
I'm stealing Debi's template this time! (http://dastevens.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-here-we-go-read-thon-update-1.html)
Since last post:
Time spent: Reading: 28 minutes
On computer (blogging, commenting/cheering, mini-challenges): 12 minutes. I'm posting the time I spent total on hour one stuff. next time will be hour 2 since I'm not done yet! I'm not sure how exactly the timing thing works but I'm just going with the flow.
Between the covers:--Number of pages: 31 pages
What I read: read more Of Mice and Men and The Lost lady
Down the hatch:--Food: one homeade belgian waffle (deforsted then toasted again) with syrup and orange juice
Other: 10 minutes eating and getting dresses
Cumulatively:
Reading: 75 minutes
--On computer (blogging, commenting/cheering, mini-challenges): 12 minutes plus what I'm doing now--
Other (pet care, cooking, etc.): 10 minutes
Between the covers:--Number of pages: 59 pages
--What I've read: finishing up Of Mice and Men and Started The Lost lady
Down the hatch: waffle and orange juice
For the mini challenge, I donated 400 grains of rice.
I visited all three readers of the hour and left a comment on one. I also visited everyone in my RSS feed that had updated since I had left.
I think I made a mistake on what books to pick out. I need some fun, lighthearted reading right now. I don't have any except for stuff I've read a million times on my self before.
Read-a-Thon Hour 1
Title of book(s) read since last update: Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck and The Lost Lady by Willa Cather
Number of books read since you started:0 completed
Pages read since last update:48
Running total of pages read since you started:48
Amount of time spent reading since last update: 47 minutes. Roughly a page a minute!
Running total of time spent reading since you started: 47 minutes
Mini-challenges completed:
Other participants you’ve visited: Dewey is the only one on my feed that has updated so far! I'll be finding a few people I've never ever visited before after this post though
Prize you’ve won: 0
Mini Challenge:
Where are you reading from today? My house, plus anywhere I go with my family. I may be reading in the car or at Grammy's house. Who knows?
3 facts about me
I am allergic to horses.
I can't sing and type at the same time.
I hate the summer, but love winter!
How many books do you have in your TBR pile for the next 24 hours? 5. Plus other books on my shelf, which isn't much!
Do you have any goals for the read-a-thon (i.e. number of books, number of pages, number of hours, or number of comments on blogs)? 300 pages or 3 books.
If you’re a veteran read-a-thoner, Any advice for people doing this for the first time? my first time!
I woke up an hour earlier than I usually do on Saturdays so I could read. I read for 47 minutes staright. I started with Of Mice and Men but got tired of it then switched. I read the first 30 pages of it yesterday so I could make sure I got into it. I hope by this time nest hour I will be done with it.
I am still in my pjs and have not eaten yet, so that is what I will be doing next. I think I'll spend some time on my popason chair reading and trying to force my cat to sit on my lap. Probably in vain though because he is NOT a lap cat. I need a lap cat when I read!
Friday, October 17, 2008
ohmegee
Extreme Makover Home Edition is in my town this week!
I'd MUCH rather stalk Ty Pennington now than do the read-a-thon! :P
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Booking through Thursday and Read-aThon Preparations
Read-a-Thon Preparations:
I haven't been in the mood for readin the past two days. I've tries reading three different books and I just can't. I'm in a reading slump. Hopefully I'll be back to normal for the Read-a-Thon! Except for two chapters of Frankstein, I haven't read anything today.
But...my TBR list has grown a lot today!
My last remaining book, Girl, 13, is not even in transit at the library yet. Which means I will not have it in time for Saturday :( I think the person before me lost it!
I made these form thingies that will make it easier for me to keep track of how long a read/blog and how many pages I read. I've planned what I'm going to have for lunch on Saturday even.
To make sure I finish Of Mice and Men during the Read-a-Thon, I will start reading some of it tomorrow.
Can you tell I'm excited?
Booking Through Thursday:
Another thing that shows I have too much time. I'm now doing Weekly Geeks and now Booking Thtough Thursday! This week is a book survey like I did about a week ago.
What was the last book you bought?
East of Eden. That was a loong time ago. I never buy books.
Name a book you have read MORE than once
Does My Head Look Big in This?
Has a book ever fundamentally changed the way you see life? If yes, what was it?
Other than the Bible, no.
How do you choose a book? eg. by cover design and summary, recommendations or reviews
I have a huge TBR list. I just choose whichever one sounds best. I get most of these books from reviews on blogs and from Rory's Book Club.
Do you prefer Fiction or Non-Fiction?
Fiction
What’s more important in a novel - beautiful writing or a gripping plot?
gripping plot. If the book is boring, I won't read it.
Most loved/memorable character (character/book)
Hard one! The first one that came to mind for me was Hassan from The Kite Runner
Which book or books can be found on your nightstand at the moment?
The Purpose Driven Life, The Story, and my Bible. Just my devotional books...
What was the last book you’ve read, and when was it?
I finished She's All That on Tuesday
Have you ever given up on a book half way in?
tons of times!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Read-a-Thon Resolutions
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
She's All That and Howl and Other Poems
Monday, October 13, 2008
Weekly Geeks #21
My first Weekly Geek! Ones with a * are ones I got by myself)
So far these have helped me:
http://astripedarmchair.wordpress.com/2008/10/12/sunday-salon-and-weekly-geekery/
http://not-another-mom.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekly-geeks-21.html
http://readinginappalachia.blogspot.com/2008/10/weekly-geeks-21-first-lines.html
1. Call me Ishmael. Moby Dick by Herman Melville
2. It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen*
3. A screaming comes across the sky. Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
4. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano BuendÃa was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcie Marquez
5. Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov*
6. Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
7. riverrun, past Eve and Adam’s, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. Finnegan's Wake by James Joyce
8. It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. 1984 by George Orwell*
9. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens*
10. I am an invisible man. Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
11. The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble?—Do-you-need-advice?—Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. Miss Lonelyhearts by Nathanael West
12. You don’t know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain’t no matter.The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain*
13. Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested. The Trial by Franz Kafka
14. You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino’s new novel, If on a winter’s night a traveler. If on a winter’s night a traveler by Italo Calvino
15. The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new. Murphy by Samuel Beckett
16. If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger*
17. Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo. The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
18. This is the saddest story I have ever heard.
19. I wish either my father or my mother, or indeed both of them, as they were in duty both equally bound to it, had minded what they were about when they begot me; had they duly considered how much depended upon what they were then doing;—that not only the production of a rational Being was concerned in it, but that possibly the happy formation and temperature of his body, perhaps his genius and the very cast of his mind;—and, for aught they knew to the contrary, even the fortunes of his whole house might take their turn from the humours and dispositions which were then uppermost:—Had they duly weighed and considered all this, and proceeded accordingly,—I am verily persuaded I should have made a quite different figure in the world, from that, in which the reader is likely to see me. Tristram Shandy by Laurence Sterne
20. Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
21. Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. Ulysses by James Joyce
22. It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness. Paul Clifford by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
23. One summer afternoon Mrs. Oedipa Maas came home from a Tupperware party whose hostess had put perhaps too much kirsch in the fondue to find that she, Oedipa, had been named executor, or she supposed executrix, of the estate of one Pierce Inverarity, a California real estate mogul who had once lost two million dollars in his spare time but still had assets numerous and tangled enough to make the job of sorting it all out more than honorary. The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon
24. It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. City Of Glass by Paul Auster
25. Through the fence, between the curling flower spaces, I could see them hitting. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
26. 124 was spiteful. Beloved by Toni Morrison
27. Somewhere in la Mancha, in a place whose name I do not care to remember, a gentleman lived not long ago, one of those who has a lance and ancient shield on a shelf and keeps a skinny nag and a greyhound for racing. Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
28. Mother died today. The Stranger by Albert Camus
29. Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. Waiting by Ha Jin
30. The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. Neuromancer by William Gibson
31. I am a sick man . . . I am a spiteful man.
32. Where now? Who now? When now?
33. Once an angry man dragged his father along the ground through his own orchard. “Stop!” cried the groaning old man at last, “Stop! I did not drag my father beyond this tree.”
34. In a sense, I am Jacob Horner.
35. It was like so, but wasn’t.
36. —Money . . . in a voice that rustled.
37. Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
38. All this happened, more or less. Slaughterhouse-five by Kurt Vonnegut
39. They shoot the white girl first.
40. For a long time, I went to bed early. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust
41. The moment one learns English, complications set in.
42. Dr. Weiss, at forty, knew that her life had been ruined by literature.
43. I was the shadow of the waxwing slain / By the false azure in the windowpane; Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov
44. Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board. Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
45. I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
46. Ages ago, Alex, Allen and Alva arrived at Antibes, and Alva allowing all, allowing anyone, against Alex’s admonition, against Allen’s angry assertion: another African amusement . . . anyhow, as all argued, an awesome African army assembled and arduously advanced against an African anthill, assiduously annihilating ant after ant, and afterward, Alex astonishingly accuses Albert as also accepting Africa’s antipodal ant annexation.
47. There was a boy called Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C.S. Lewis
48. He was an old man who fished alone in a skiff in the Gulf Stream and he had gone eighty-four days now without taking a fish. The Old Man and the Sea, Hemingway
49. It was the day my grandmother exploded.
50. I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
51. Elmer Gantry was drunk. Elmer Gantry, Sinclair Lewis
52. We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.
53. It was a pleasure to burn. Farenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
54. A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead. End Of The Affair by Graham Greene
55. Having placed in my mouth sufficient bread for three minutes’ chewing, I withdrew my powers of sensual perception and retired into the privacy of my mind, my eyes and face assuming a vacant and preoccupied expression.
56. I was born in the Year 1632, in the City of York, of a good Family, tho’ not of that Country, my Father being a Foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull; He got a good Estate by Merchandise, and leaving off his Trade, lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my Mother, whose Relations were named Robinson, a very good Family in that Country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznaer; but by the usual Corruption of Words in England, we are now called, nay we call our selves, and write our Name Crusoe, and so my Companions always call’d me. Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
57. In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street.
58. Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. Middlemarch by George Eliot
59. It was love at first sight. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
60. What if this young woman, who writes such bad poems, in competition with her husband, whose poems are equally bad, should stretch her remarkably long and well-made legs out before you, so that her skirt slips up to the tops of her stockings?
61. I have never begun a novel with more misgiving.
62. Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person. Back When We Were Grownups by Anne Tyler
63. The human race, to which so many of my readers belong, has been playing at children’s games from the beginning, and will probably do it till the end, which is a nuisance for the few people who grow up.
64. In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
65. You better not never tell nobody but God. The Color Purple by Alice Walker
66. “To be born again,” sang Gibreel Farishta tumbling from the heavens, “first you have to die.” Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie*
67. It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
68. Most really pretty girls have pretty ugly feet, and so does Mindy Metalman, Lenore notices, all of a sudden.
69. If I am out of my mind, it’s all right with me, thought Moses Herzog. Herzog by Saul Bellow
70. Francis Marion Tarwater’s uncle had been dead for only half a day when the boy got too drunk to finish digging his grave and a Negro named Buford Munson, who had come to get a jug filled, had to finish it and drag the body from the breakfast table where it was still sitting and bury it in a decent and Christian way, with the sign of its Saviour at the head of the grave and enough dirt on top to keep the dogs from digging it up.
71. Granted: I am an inmate of a mental hospital; my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there’s a peephole in the door, and my keeper’s eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me. The Tin Drum by Gunter Grass
72. When Dick Gibson was a little boy he was not Dick Gibson.
73. Hiram Clegg, together with his wife Emma and four friends of the faith from Randolph Junction, were summoned by the Spirit and Mrs. Clara Collins, widow of the beloved Nazarene preacher Ely Collins, to West Condon on the weekend of the eighteenth and nineteenth of April, there to await the End of the World.
74. She waited, Kate Croy, for her father to come in, but he kept her unconscionably, and there were moments at which she showed herself, in the glass over the mantel, a face positively pale with the irritation that had brought her to the point of going away without sight of him. The Wings of the Dove by Henry James
75. In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
76. “Take my camel, dear,” said my Aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass. Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
77. He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad
78. The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there. The Go-Between by L. P. Hartley
79. On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. Riddley Walker by Russell Hoban
80. Justice?—You get justice in the next world, in this world you have the law.
81. Vaughan died yesterday in his last car-crash. Crash by J. G. Ballard
82. I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith
83. “When your mama was the geek, my dreamlets,” Papa would say, “she made the nipping off of noggins such a crystal mystery that the hens themselves yearned toward her, waltzing around her, hypnotized with longing.” Geek Love by Katherine Dunn
84. In the last years of the Seventeenth Century there was to be found among the fops and fools of the London coffee-houses one rangy, gangling flitch called Ebenezer Cooke, more ambitious than talented, and yet more talented than prudent, who, like his friends-in-folly, all of whom were supposed to be educating at Oxford or Cambridge, had found the sound of Mother English more fun to game with than her sense to labor over, and so rather than applying himself to the pains of scholarship, had learned the knack of versifying, and ground out quires of couplets after the fashion of the day, afroth with Joves and Jupiters, aclang with jarring rhymes, and string-taut with similes stretched to the snapping-point.
85. When I finally caught up with Abraham Trahearne, he was drinking beer with an alcoholic bulldog named Fireball Roberts in a ramshackle joint just outside of Sonoma, California, drinking the heart right out of a fine spring afternoon. Last Good Kiss by James Crumley
86. It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the jail with Lucas Beauchamp though the whole town (the whole county too for that matter) had known since the night before that Lucas had killed a white man.
87. I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as “Claudius the Idiot,” or “That Claudius,” or “Claudius the Stammerer,” or “Clau-Clau-Claudius” or at best as “Poor Uncle Claudius,” am now about to write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest childhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the “golden predicament” from which I have never since become disentangled. I, Claudius by Robert Graves
88. Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I’ve come to learn, is women.
89. I am an American, Chicago born—Chicago, that somber city—and go at things as I have taught myself, free-style, and will make the record in my own way: first to knock, first admitted; sometimes an innocent knock, sometimes a not so innocent. The Adventures of Augie March by Saul Bellow
90. The towers of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis
91. I will tell you in a few words who I am: lover of the hummingbird that darts to the flower beyond the rotted sill where my feet are propped; lover of bright needlepoint and the bright stitching fingers of humorless old ladies bent to their sweet and infamous designs; lover of parasols made from the same puffy stuff as a young girl’s underdrawers; still lover of that small naval boat which somehow survived the distressing years of my life between her decks or in her pilothouse; and also lover of poor dear black Sonny, my mess boy, fellow victim and confidant, and of my wife and child. But most of all, lover of my harmless and sanguine self.
92. He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.
93. Psychics can see the color of time it’s blue.
94. In the town, there were two mutes and they
were always together. The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers
95. Once upon a time two or three weeks ago, a rather stubborn and determined middle-aged man decided to record for posterity, exactly as it happened, word by word and step by step, the story of another man for indeed what is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal, a somewhat paranoiac fellow unmarried, unattached, and quite irresponsible, who had decided to lock himself in a room a furnished room with a private bath, cooking facilities, a bed, a table, and at least one chair, in New York City, for a year 365 days to be precise, to write the story of another person—a shy young man about of 19 years old—who, after the war the Second World War, had come to America the land of opportunities from France under the sponsorship of his uncle—a journalist, fluent in five languages—who himself had come to America from Europe Poland it seems, though this was not clearly established sometime during the war after a series of rather gruesome adventures, and who, at the end of the war, wrote to the father his cousin by marriage of the young man whom he considered as a nephew, curious to know if he the father and his family had survived the German occupation, and indeed was deeply saddened to learn, in a letter from the young man—a long and touching letter written in English, not by the young man, however, who did not know a damn word of English, but by a good friend of his who had studied English in school—that his parents both his father and mother and his two sisters one older and the other younger than he had been deported they were Jewish to a German concentration camp Auschwitz probably and never returned, no doubt having been exterminated deliberately X * X * X * X, and that, therefore, the young man who was now an orphan, a displaced person, who, during the war, had managed to escape deportation by working very hard on a farm in Southern France, would be happy and grateful to be given the opportunity to come to America that great country he had heard so much about and yet knew so little about to start a new life, possibly go to school, learn a trade, and become a good, loyal citizen.
96. Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
97. He—for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it—was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. Orlando: a Biography by Virginia Woolf
98. High, high above the North Pole, on the first day of 1969, two professors of English Literature approached each other at a combined velocity of 1200 miles per hour. Changing Places by David Lodge
99. They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
100. The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. The Red Badge of Courage by Stephen Crane
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