Readathon Support Group Session #1: I HAVE NOT YET NAPPED

Time: 12 p.m.
Hours awake: 7
Status: Still kickin'

Nooooo...fight the Dream Sloth.

Here I am! I've been here all along, really . . . but I've just recently ventured outside the apartment in search of an Internet connection. (For those of you who don't know me, hi! I'm Megs. I'm a book blogger who doesn't have Internet at home. *churns butter* *dips candles*)

I live in Los Angeles, so my readathon started before the sun came up. I'm accustomed to crawling out of bed no sooner than 10 a.m. It's noon now, and I'm so far still functioning in my brain regions. Take that, Dream Sloth.

Well, this is the plan.

I started out with No Country for Old Men, which I was about 100 pages into before today and which you will notice was NOT part of my planned readathon lineup in the photo above. It took a minute to grab me, but by the time I got up this morning, I had no desire to read anything else. So I had my first cup of coffee with a side of Mexican drug cartel, well-meaning country sheriff, and psychopathic killer. And, you guys . . . it's SO good. I hadn't read any Cormac McCarthy before this, and why didn't anyone tell me how brilliant he is? Oh . . . you say he won a Pulitzer Prize and I probably just haven't been paying attention? Well then.

I've had a little exercise intermission to stew over the ending of No Country, and now I need some (somewhat) lighter fare. On to The Graveyard Book. GO GO READ.

Stats: 1 cup of coffee sipped, 1 everything bagel with cream cheese eaten, 185 pages read, 1 book finished, 2 miles jogged, 20 crunches crunched, a whooooole lot of time wasted scrolling through my Twitter feed.