Readathon – October 2009

Decided (a bit last minute) to take part in this year’s Readathon. Want more info? Click here. Twenty-four hours of reading starts…NOW! (3:30 4:00 pm CST, delayed by phone call)

And because now does seem like the appropriate time to revisit that fateful day…enjoy.

me & nicholas sparks!

And do you know who this author is? (awful, very late night picture of me :/)
Me and Pat Conroy

Kicking things off with some intense determination to finish The Unbearable Lightness of Being (which I really don’t like that much).

My stack of books:
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
The End of Alice by A.M. Homes

Friday, October 23, 2009
– Read for almost one hour, completed 37 pages. Need to pick it up. All these #readathon tweets are distracting me!

(Breaking for dinner and some quality time with Kevin.)

Saturday, October 24, 2009
– Slept late. Starting at 10:30am.

11:31AM – Woohoo! 67 pages in 50 minutes. Book is picking up and I’m almost done. Taking a quick break to make some tea.

11:40AM – Back to reading. Going to finish The Unbearable Lightness of Being and then onto A.M. Homes. Will probably need to escape to Avonlea some time today as well.

12:30PMThe End of Alice is Weird. Pretty quick read though. Twenty-eight pages in 25 minutes. Making some snacks right now for me and for Kevin, who is sitting in a pile of papers that he’s grading. Still suffering a pretty bad backache. I don’t know if this is at all related to the illness that’s been plaguing me over the past few days or if it’s the result of being in bed all day yesterday. Ouch.

1:40PM – Yeah, good writer, not so sure I recommend this book to anyone though. I may have to review this when we’re all done. 32pgs/30mins

3:30PM – Pace of the book is picking up. I think I have something figured out about the plot and where it’s going, but we’ll see. Taking a break from this to start New Moon. Need a refresher before the movie. 70pgs/60mins

5:00PM – Got in a little of New Moon. 22pgs/20mins

7:40PM – Finished The End of Alice. Weird. 132pgs/120mins

(Breaking for some lasagna and catching up on mini-challenges)

11:45PM – Packed it up for the night. When the next one rolls around I will plan a little better and be prepared. Finished up with 24 pages of The Birth House in 15 mins.

Time spent reading: 370 minutes
Pages read: 422

Gold enough for us all.

Tonight I met Pat Conroy and it was marvelous. Never before have I heard someone speak words as alive as his were. Beautiful, funny, painful, happy, real stories. If I could have the tiniest fraction of that sort of talent, I would ask for nothing else.

Something I love

What My Mother Doesn’t Know by Sonya Sones. That’s the book. I read it either my junior or senior year of high school, though the reading level is much lower than that because at that point in my life I was feeling as if I had missed out on lots of children’s literature altogether (also one of the reasons that I took Children’s Literature this semester – I highly recommend it for anyone at OU). When I was a child I went straight from Bill Wallace to Mary Higgins Clark and never looked back. In the 6th grade I tested on a college reading level and I wasn’t reading any of the books on the teacher’s bookshelf. None of the books in the library looked interesting to me. The day I started 7th grade and got to visit the high school library for the first time was one of those days I will never forget.

Back to the subject at hand. I was buying children’s literature so that I could get caught up. At the time I was planning to be an elementary school teacher (if you want to know my major changes at OU, they go something like this: Elementary Education, Language Arts Education, and lastly, English-Writing) and you know, I needed to be prepared. So I picked this book up at the book fair. It is really, really good. I think children around the age of 12 should have this book or one like it as required reading. It’s about all sorts of family troubles that are just on the fringes of the story, because as a young girl, Sophie (the main character) doesn’t know all the details, but the point is that she does know that something is going on.

And then there is Murphy. The one I am posting this about. Murphy is a boy in Sophie’s class. Murphy isn’t the best looking kid, and Sophie knows she would get teased for hanging out with him…there’s more I could say, but I’ll just post the poem. Whether you were a Murphy or you loved one, I think you will understand.

Watching Murphy During Art Class
from What My Mother Doesn’t Know by Sonya Sones

He is so homely,
so downright ugly
that none of the girls
even think about him.

He’s too lowly,
too pitiful
to even bother
making fun of.

So something must be
very wrong with me,
because I want to kiss him.
I want to kiss him real bad,

even though his nose is crooked
and his ears are huge,
even though his hair’s a mess
and his lips are tight and scared.

I want to kiss away
those circles under his eyes
that make him look like
he’s never slept a second in his life.

And those arms of his
seem like they’re just aching
to hold on to someone.
I wish I could let them hold on to me.

When no one was looking,
I’d walk up to him
and say, “Hey, Murph.
Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

And he’d look hurt
because he’d think I was joking
and he’d turn away
to hide his face,

but I’d touch his shoulder and
look at him with gentle misty movie eyes
and say, “Come on. I mean it.
I really want to.”

And he’d look dumbstruck,
and all the gray
would fade out of his eyes
and this light would come into them

and his lips would look like
they were getting ready to smile and then,
before I had a chance to change my mind,
I’d kiss him.

And he’d wrap his skinniness around me
and his arms would be shaking,
and suddenly I’d feel all this love,
all this need pouring into me

right through his lips
into me
and it would feel great,
and I’d close my eyes to feel it better.

I can’t believe
I’m having this fantasy about Murphy,
when I’m so totally in love with Dylan!)