Well, wouldn't you know, yesterday also happened to be the day that Harry, my 3-year-old son, decided to sleep in. Dilemma. A peaceful morning sipping tea, catching up on emails and reading the paper, or getting a running start with the longlist. Peace won out. I know, I know, where are my priorities, right?
We left the house around 10:30 am to go to Bonfante Gardens for the day, but first stop was the bookstore. Jack, my 9-year-old son, read to Harry in the kid's section, while I frantically (frantics were unnecessary by the way) searched for "A Case of Exploding Mangoes". (Ha, ha. That sounds really funny without the quotation marks.) It was not shelved in the fiction section. It was not shelved under "new fiction". I found it in a section highlighting new authors and quickly (again, speed... unnecessary) scooped up a copy and practically ran to the register before someone could swipe the one of two copies in the store out of my hands. VICTORY.
I read the jacket at the first traffic light while Jack kept a lookout for the light to change. This is a book I probably wouldn't have picked up for myself because it sounds more action-packed than I usually read, but it looks interesting none the less. I read the prologue at the amusement park while the kids were playing on the playground and couldn't wait to get home to immerse myself in the Pakistani military - who'd have thought?
By the time we got home I was tired, had the beginnings of a sinus headache and still had to feed the kids. Their "meal" wouldn't win me any culinary or parenting awards, but they need to eat SOMETHING before they go to bed. By the time I got to sit down and read I was too tired and headachey, so I only got about 50 pages into the first of 13 books. I'm going to have to pick up the pace. I did the page count. I have 42 days to read 5171 pages, which means I have to read 123.11 pages a day to accomplish my goal. I gotta go. Later.