RaT Wrap-up

My very first read-a-thon is all over. I didn’t get all that much reading done, because I was busy giving the official ‘thon sign up Mr. Linky a work out by visiting blog after blog after blog after blog and cheering cheering cheering cheering!

1. Which hour was most daunting for you? Err, the first few. I got up 2 hours after start time, and then it took a while for my brain to wake up. I’m pretty sure my first few cheers were a bit incoherent.

2. Could you list a few high-interest books that you think could keep a Reader engaged for next year? I saw lots and lots of Hunger Games out there, so that seemed to be a good read-a-thon pick.

3. Do you have any suggestions for how to improve the Read-a-thon next year? Nope! I was pretty amazed at the efficiency of the organizers.

4. What do you think worked really well in this year’s Read-a-thon? See above. The organizers & hosts did a fantastic job.

5. How many books did you read? Finished one (that I only had 10 pages left in, so does that really count?), and started a second.

6. What were the names of the books you read? 1984 and In Her Shoes.

7. Which book did you enjoy most? Hmm, it’s hard to say, because I only read the very end of 1984 and the very beginning of In Her Shoes.

8. Which did you enjoy least? See above.

9. If you were a Cheerleader, do you have any advice for next year’s Cheerleaders? Don’t stress out if you can’t visit all the blogs! Or even all the blogs assigned during each time period. I know, I know, our wonderful head-cheerleader Eva told us this right at the beginning, but that didn’t stop at least one cheerleader I know from stressing out.*

10. How likely are you to participate in the Read-a-thon again? What role would you be likely to take next time? Yes! But I think next time I will sign up as a Reader. I was getting a bit jealous of all the reading the Readers were doing and all the fantastic books they were talking about. I’d still want to be a Cheerleader, but I think next time I’ll take breaks from reading to cheer, instead of the other way around.

* My husband was at a conference all day Saturday, and I think I gave him a bit of a fright when he got home at 9 pm. I thought I was doing okay, but I finally looked at myself in the mirror when he came home, and oh boy, what I saw wasn’t pretty. My hair was everywhere (I brushed it that morning, honest) and my eyes were red and glazy and probably wider than they needed to be. I guess 14 hours in front of a computer isn’t such a great idea. He suggested I take a break, but I said, slightly panicked, “But, but, honey, I still have over 90 blogs to visit, and there’s a new mini challenge. I need to dance!”

At that point he gently lead me away from the laptop like some wild animal that you don’t want to make any sudden movements around. I’m really surprised I didn’t dream about blogging last night.

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