Reading something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue
It’s Hour 5 of the FFP 24 Hour Readathon and I’m still awake! Most of us are — yay!
This is my first major break since the start of the Readathon, and I was reserving it for eating, but I realized I hadn’t posted yet, so here I am eating and blogging at the same time!
Tomorrow marks the first FFP 24 Hour Readathon and a bunch of us are holing up at Libreria Bookstore in Cubao X to read together!
This week has been crazy, schedule-wise; this is the only free evening I’ve gotten all week, so I’m cramming my Readathon prep.
I’ve never read any Saramago, but my copy of Blindness (mooched over a year ago) has been sitting in my TBR for over a year. I knew some of my book club friends count this book as one of their favorites, and I’ve been told this particular novel is a good starting point for Saramago, but I put off reading it because I wanted a fresh reading for the scheduled book discussion (in other words, I habitually cram for the book discussions).
Flips Flipping Pages‘ selection for this month was Blindness by Jose Saramago, moderated by Peter and Gege, both big fans of the novel.
Finally, it’s official! Flips Flipping Pages is hosting the first official 24 Hour Readathon event in the Philippines!
The 24 Hour Readathon is an international blogging event mounted in memory of Dewey, a blogger and a reader who started the event in October 2007. Dewey passed away in November 2008, and the 24-hour read-a-thon is continued by those who’ve helped Dewey organize the past read-a-thons, and hundreds of book bloggers in the world. Basically, the concept is to read as much as you can for 24 hours.
A bunch of us Flippers have been joining the 24 Hour Readathon for a couple of years now, and we thought about reading together in a single venue so we could encourage one another to go all the way around the clock. Hence it is now an official FFP event!
I was also fourteen when I “met” Pablo Neruda — it was that same high school literature class that introduced me (and forty-three other teenage girls) to the wonderful world of this man’s poetry, and I don’t think any of us were quite the same again.
I will never forget the first time we watched Il Postino, because that’s the time I found out I needed to wear glasses. We were in the school AVR watching the subtitled movie, and I was the only one not laughing along with everyone else — because I couldn’t read the subtitles! I got my glasses within the week, but I wasn’t able to enjoy the movie until college, when my Great Books Class watched it after taking up Antonio Skarmeta’s Burning Patience (the novel on which Il Postino was based).
