24in48: February 2021 Wrap-up

So the readathon didn’t go at all like I had expected, mainly because I ended up sleeping most of Saturday and didn’t feel like doing much on Sunday. Multiple days of headaches at the end of the week will do that to a weekend, particularly ones with readathons on them as I’ve repeatedly discovered. I did do about four and a half hours of reading, most of that with an audiobook so I’m pleased with that and I did pick at a few other books.

	PAGE COUNT
TITLE	START	CURRENT	TOTAL
Lose Your Mother	22	118	255
Notes on a Silencing	28	108	290
Grass (graphic novel)	0	75	479
The Color of Air	0hrs 0mins	2hrs 50mins	9hrs 21mins

That’s 251 pages and almost 3 hours of audiobook which is the equivalent of another 97 pages (348 total), that’s not bad, much more than I would have done without the readathon, so I’m calling it a success.

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Teaser Tuesday - April 14th

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