Monthly Archives: January 2013

a fit of reading. a bout of books.

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The Bout of Books read-a-thon is organized by Amanda @ On a Book Bender and Kelly @ Reading the Paranormal. It is a week long read-a-thon that begins 12:01am Monday, January 7th and runs through Sunday, January 13th in whatever time zone you are in. Bout of Books is low-pressure, and the only reading competition is between you and your usual number of books read in a week. There are challenges, giveaways, and a grand prize, but all of these are completely optional. For all Bout of Books 6.0 information and updates, be sure to visit the Bout of Books blog. – From the Bout of Books 6.0 team

LEARN HOW TO PARTICIPATE IN THE READ-A-THON AT  http://boutofbooks.blogspot.com/

THIS IS WHAT I PLAN TO DO____________________

TIME DEVOTED TO READING

I will do by best and try to read two hours a day. Given the current state of my schedule, that’s as much as I can do, but I think it’s good enough for a read-a-thon.

MY GOALS

To finish the books from my BOOKS-TO-READ list (see list below) and learn how to organize my time in an efficient manner, in a way that enables me to read a lot in a limited amount of time.

BOOKS TO READ

  • ‘FAIR STOOD THE WIND FOR FRANCE’, H.E. BATES
  •  ‘MARK TWAIN: THE COMPLETE SHORT STORIES*, MARK TWAIN

* But only the first seven stories, which are titled as follows,

1.- The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County

2.- The Story of the Bad Little Boy

3.- Cannibalism in the Cars

4.- A Day at Niagara

5.- Legend of the Capitoline Venus

6.- Journalism in Tennessee

7.- A Curious Dream

UPDATES

Monday

Read though I did, I know I could have done better. I only read three chapters of the novel “FAIR STOOD THE WIND FOR FRANCE”, by H. E. Bates.

Tuesday

Today I received guests at home – a cousin, aunt and uncle, whom I had not seen in almost two years. Consequently, reading had to be put off until their departure. But that wasn’t until after dinner, and by then I was exhausted, and was able to read only two pages of FSWF.

Wednesday

Today I have read another couple of chapter from FSWF. I’m almost done! I could do more, but I decided to take the following decision, which may go against the spirit of this read-a-thon: I will leave the last chapter of this great novel by Bates for tomorrow. The book rests on my desk, waiting for tomorrow’s break of dawn, when, according to plan, I may enjoy its final lines with a nice cup of steaming coffee (no sugar, the way I like it) =).

Thursday

I failed, yet again, to fulfil my goals. Only this time I can’t say I regret it. You see, English is my second language, and perhaps that’s why after having finished a novel (FSWF), starting a series of short stories – great as were they – I was a bit tired and needed to throw some Spanish reading in. Actually, Russian literature translated to Spanish. I began reading Tolstoi’s The Kreutzer Sonata in Spanish (my native tongue).

Yes, thursday was a good day for reading. I’m already halfway through, since it is a short novel. Mark Twain will have to wait just a little longer.

Friday

I finished reading The Kreutzer Sonata. Great book. Tolstoi never lets me down. I see if I can write a review on both novels when I have the time.

Saturday

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Sunday

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A Short Story by Me (untitled yet)

This story still needs some editing, but since I haven’t posted in a while, I will go against my good judgement as a writer and share this with you anyway. I will, of course, eventually  edit it. Comments are always welcomed.

UNTITLED

There wasn’t much Peter could do about it. Everything he had tried had yielded no pleasant results. Everything, yes, except for what he was about to do now.

Of course, he couldn’t do it everytime he wanted. No. He had to be alone. He always checked his parents were at the office and Jen was at school. Dunno what they’d do to me if they found out, Peter thought.

When the kettle began to sing like a pipe whistle, he turned off the stove and poured some tea. Two cups.

Waiting for him on one chair was Tom. He had decided to name him after one of his previous classmates from school. Peter sighed at the thought of Tom. He had been a real friend some time ago. It was a pity he had had to move away. A whole jury had taken part in that decision. And a judge had approved at court. The real Tom, wheresoever he was, could probably never imagine what Peter was up to.

Peter sat at the table and sipped some tea. The doll that sat motionless in fron of him, with uncooked noodles instead of hair and two green buttons for eyes, stared at him with an empty look of plastic and a fake smile.

‘Hi, friend’ said Peter, and sipped some more tea.

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