I probably should have warned my Twitter followers that this past weekend was Read-a-thon. Ah well. Now you know!
Altogether it was a success. There was much reading accomplished (1091 pages!), plenty of yummy snacks, coffee, and even 3 hours of co-hosting (which I hadn’t planned on until about 24 hours prior to the whole 24-hour event. Heh.
Co-hosting was interesting and fun, but hard work. There is so much activity behind the scenes to keep the thing running. So, seriously, thank the people who volunteer their time to get this off the ground. It is a major undertaking.
One thing I love about this event is that it’s a nice shot to the arm as far as making me want to read more. This year I have challenged myself to read 50 books. I know for most book bloggers (a title I do not ascribe to myself) that’s about half the norm, but for me, where I am now in life, it’s a bit of a stretch and it will be a true challenge to see if I get there. Maybe I’ll surprise myself and read more. We’ll see. But I love having the challenge there. Truth is, I think in most areas of my life right now I am not being intellectually stimulated. How sad is that? I find myself missing college, when I could at least hear two sides of an argument regularly. I occasionally play devil’s advocate with my husband and co-workers because I feel my brain turning to mush.
Uh…sorry about the tangent. I just appreciate Read-a-thon giving me some kind of hurdle to jump. A hurdle that is not physical and doesn’t leave scars (I still bear them from the day we first tried hurdles in junior high).
In October, I would like to take a more active role in the event, though I do not know what that will look like at this point. I felt like we had fewer cheerleaders, fewer prizes to hand out, and maybe even less interest overall? I hope I can get more of my friends interested. There are plenty who love to read and I don’t see how, outside of personal responsibilities, a person can turn down a chance to set everything aside and read for a day. Time well spent.