After 26.7 total hours spent reading and blogging and reading other people’s blogs over the past couple days, I’ve been sleeping the sleep of the dead for several hours. Despite setting an alarm to give me another 90 minutes to read, I woke up with about 7 minutes left in my 48 hours. Instead of spending it reading, I’m just posting my final info. I finished the following books:
Then I got through 248 pages of
and when I had to shower, drive, cook, or clean, I audiobooked through a bit of
which I had started prior to the challenge and haven’t finished yet.
I liked most of the books, as my prior posts indicate. I’m not sure about The Glass Castle, yet, but I don’t think I like it–not because of the writing but because of the parents. And the cats. It all just makes me sad. The writing is hard to judge from the audio book because it’s read by the author and the way she reads it, she tells of these horrible experiences from the perspective of a child who doesn’t seem to think they’re as horrible as I do. So I like it and I don’t like it for that same reason. It’s uncomfortable but it’s her life. Many people have had similarly awful childhoods. Some have grown up and been successful and some haven’t. It’s very difficult to hear this story and not judge people, but I feel I have no right to judge. I thought I didn’t like the book at first, but I really think it’s the parents I don’t like. Take that as you will because, despite their faults and mental illness, they did raise some successful, self-sufficient children.
I chose a lot of depressing books for this weekend. I have my reasons for it and aparently I survived. I am exhausted and I have a paper to write this afternoon. Guess I shoulda done my homework before this started…