If I were to create a site called fastreadingblog, I'd be at the top of the reading board for this week for sure. After I finished Fall of Giants (I wish I had waiting till summer 2012 to finish this one so I didn't have to wait for the next one) I finished The Art of Racing in the Rain. I think that would be a good site. Every night you post how much you read and the time it takes you to read that number of pages. Then, like we have race entries, you could do a special entry for a book review and how long it took you to read the book. Then I could brag all up and down about how fast I read. I could figure out my PR for a book and keep trying to read things faster and faster without sacrificing comprehension. I could spend years trying to break the 30 seconds per page barrier.
I think I'd probably be the best reader on the blog. I could give people advice on how to read faster and better. I could critique their technique (I don't agree with the "eye sweep" technique of reading, for instance). I could give them advice on their training (I train on InTouch magazines). I'd probably have thousands and thousands of followers.
Anyway, last night I was cursing you, April27, for recommending that book. I almost didn't finish it because it was so depressing. When I got to page 200 (that's Nook pages, so I don't know how long the book actually is) I knew I was going to spend the next 50 pages crying, and I didn't want to finish it. The book was fairly predictable, but I wasn't sure if it was going to have a happy ending or not. So I stayed up and finished, and was glad I did. It was a good read if you don't mind misting for most of the book and if you don't mind knowing what's going to happen. I did end up liking it, though, and would recommend it for the ladies. But it's a beach read, if you know what I mean. I know my husband will not read it, so I don't know if I would recommend it for the gentlemen. Oh, yeah. I also ran. I'm finally feeling pumped for the 1/2 on Saturday.
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