As promised, here are a few stats from this readathon. I read a total 1091 pages over a period of 20.5 hours. I took an unscheduled 3.5-hour nap aka I fell asleep over my book. I completed three books (one literary novel, one novella, and one graphic novel). You can see my short story and graphic novel spurts in the graph to the left. The turquoise bars are my pages per hour and the blue line is the cumulative page count.
Besides tracking my reading progress, I also noted down other info. For example, I had only one latte, but several cups of soda. I ate one biiiiig meal, a burrito bowl, and really only snacked on some chocolate – I gotta be honest, I am surprised by my lack of snackiness. I think I was really wrapped up in reading this time. This is also evident by me only participating in one challenge: 10 books in 10 years and generally spending little time on social media. I checked in a few times on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook and dedicated hour 14 to write my one intra-readathon blog post. I also hosted hour 8 on the Goodreads group, but oddly enough I still got quite a bit of reading done during that time.
I think this was my best 24-hour readathon, yet. It feels like I went back to the roots of it – reading, reading, reading; and THEN chatting with bookish friends. All in all, I am super happy with how it went. I celebrated Dewey and 10 years of readathon the way I know best – sitting in silence with a good book, immersed in a different world, surrounded by my puppies, a good cup of coffee, and a soft blanket.
The books I read were all fascinating in their own way. They brought me joy, made me think, and put my imagination in high gear. Momo by Michael Ende was a re-read for me. I remembered reading it as a young teenager and had only the fondest feelings for it. And they were reaffirmed yesterday. Momo is an amazing piece of work, and probably even more relevant to me now then it was before. I am one of those time-stricken, busy adults who rarely takes the time to indulge in childish pleasures like pretend-play, eating ice cream with friends, or telling stories. Re-reading this novel, I vow now to change that. I want to allow my inner child to resurface every so often so that I can, too, live my life using my time wisely, *says she and crawls into her blanket fort*.
Gwendy’s Button Box was my first Stephen King short story. The topic of having the power to decide people’s fates is scary and burdensome in my eyes. Reading about it made me stop and think quite often. How have my actions so far affected people? And I don’t even have a magical button box.
I had really high hopes for The Encyclopedia of Early Earth as I love, love, love Isabell Green’s The Hundred Nights of Hero. As expected the stories and tales were whimsical, the worlds unique, the characters relatable, and the illustrations beautiful. Yet, it lacked the je-ne-sais-quoi, that special extra spark that The Hundred Nights of Hero has. Nevertheless, it’s still a really, really solid read and showcases Greenberg’s immense talent as a storyteller. I am looking forward to any of her future work.
The Hen Who Dreamed She Could Fly is a fable, an encouraging tale of a hen who dared to want more than life dealt her. It is a saga about perseverance, love, ingenuity, and courage. As a tale solely based on a mother’s and father’s love, it teaches us about how sometimes love is all you need. But also how sometimes that love can make you blind and hold you back. I’ve read somewhere that this story was likened to George Orwell’s uproars in Animal Farm and that it should instill hope in us like Paulo Choelo’s The Alchemist, and I agree, but would also like to add that it is more than that. Because we all feel some days that our wings have been clipped, that our friends don’t support us, and that life stalks us like the weasel stalks the hen, and yet somehow amongst all that we find resolution and learn that maybe we can’t fly but we can run fast, or maybe we are not good with words, but we can cunningly predict our adversaries next steps, and this is what this novella is about. Sun-mi Hwang beautifully took a simple story and created a life lesson. I only got half-way through this during the official readathon but finished this book since. I just couldn’t stop. I had to read it all the way right away.
Sleeping Beauties by Stephen and Owen King is a supernatural thriller carried along by creepy and wondrous fairytales. It’s also a political statement and utterly contemporary. I was able to read about 320 pages of it during the readathon and it is on my priority list to finish ASAP. In fact, I’ve been reading it today to find out what happens next.
—— Thank you if you’ve read this far! —— I’ve said how I love reading before and how books are my friends – so that is my primary motivation in partaking in Dewey’s readathon twice a year. But there is also this other notion – that maybe I can inspire others to read (more) and to get excited about literature. One way of doing that is to ensure that kids (and adults) have access to books and the proper help learning how to read. East Nashville Hope Exchange is such a wonderful organization aiding at-risk kids in their reading endeavors. Again this time, I pledged to donate money toward this organization. Furthermore, I have wonderful friends who also pledged to donate in my name and the name of Dewey and her readathon. I encourage you too to get involved in your community and to donate your time and/or money. If you feel so inclined to donate to my organization of choice, let me know and I and the kids would be so grateful. Please leave #ichlese and #deweysreadathon in the comment section of your donation as that will help me and the good people from ENHE keep track of my fundraising efforts.