I am beyond excited to be starting my first 48 Hour Book Challenge this morning. What is a 48 Hour Book Challenge, you ask? Basically, you take a straight 48-hour period & read as many books as you can, sleep as little as you can, and blog as much as you can about what you’ve read. You challenge yourself, see what kind of stuff you’re made of, put some pages where your mouth is, become part of a community that’s as eccentrically nerdy as you are, and you even have the opportunity to win great prizes (Free books! What could be greater?!)
I’m even more excited about the next two days because of the weather. As an East Coast Pooka, I’m about to experience optimum reading conditions. Today, I can look forward to 24 hours of grey, wet, cozy silence — interrupted only by the pitter-patter of raindrops plashing against my windowpanes. (It will almost be like I’m back in my native Ireland.) I’ll indulge in numerous hot beverages, have my paws tucked into my bunny slippers (so meta, I know), and be surrounded by yards and yards of crocheted blankets.
Tomorrow, it’ll be a sunny seventy-eight degrees with zero chance of rain. How incredible is that?! I’ll sacrifice about a half-an-hour of reading time to drag my tired bunny ass & my bulging backpack full of reads to the beach. Then, I’ll bask in the sun, listen to waves slap against the shore, and lose myself in the world of stories.
I’m so happy, I’m like a pig in shit — except that I’m a magical lagomorph up to her ears in books.
Here I am, all “hopped” up on caffeine (look into my eyes: any guesses on how many cups of coffee I’ve already had?), ready to take on the world! Bring it, Book Challenge!:
Note: I’ve got a lot riding on this. I’ve set aside twelve books to read, figuring that I might average about three hours per book. This is highly optimistic. My boyfriend doesn’t think I can read more than three. I think I’ll read double what he thinks and half of what I hope. Full disclosure: betting was involved. Initially, we agreed that if I surpassed his expectations, I’d get a free massage. If I didn’t, he’d get one. There’s no chance he would’ve won that one. Like taking candy from a baby. Then, I shook on double or nothing. Guys, if I read six books, I get a free massage and he’ll finally hang up the stuff that’s been sitting in the corner, ready to go up on the walls since Christmas. If I read fewer than six books, I get nothing. I need to win that bet. I must win that bet! Failure is not an option! I’m a little bit nervous, seeing as I’m a rabbit about to enter a race. We all know how that fable goes… but I’m not a real rabbit. So to Hell with Aesop! Fast and bad-ass wins the race! Ready, set, go!!!