read-a-thon check-in :: completing Hour 7
- Currently Reading: One Day by David Nicholls
- Pages read since last update: 103 pages
- Running total of pages read since I started: 103 pages + 25 blog posts
- Amount of time spent reading since last update: 3 hours, 20 minutes
- Running total of time spent reading since I started: 4 hours
- Mini-challenges completed: 3 out of 7 — Introduction Meme, Where in the World Are You Reading?, and Oldies but Goodies (where I got to talk about my favorite classic, The Great Gatsby! Yea!!). All of the challenges have been fun so far, but the other four just weren’t quite my cuppa tea. Thankfully, we’ve got hours and hours more to go! Love this part of the read-a-thon. It’s such a nice way to break the reading stretches.
- Other participants I’ve visited: Karen, debnance, Becky, and bernicego
Favorite passage, so far:
She had once studied fashion in London but these days ran a village antiques shop, selling expensive rugs and chandeliers to genteel Oxford with great success. She still carried with her that aura of having been something-in-the-Sixties — Dexter had seen the photographs, the clippings from faded colour supplements — but with no apparent sadness or regret she had given this up for a resolutely respectable, secure, comfortable family life. Typically, it was as if she had sensed exactly the right moment to leave the party. Dexter suspected that she had occasional flings with the doctors, lawyers, the people who spoke on the radio, but he found it hard to be angry with her. And always people said the same thing — that he had got it from her. No-one was specific about what ‘it’ was, but everyone seemed to know; looks of course, energy and good health, but also a certain nonchalant self-confidence, the right to be at the centre of things, on the winning team.
Even now, as she sat in her washed-out blue summer dress, fishing in her immense handbag for matches, it seemed as if the life of the Piazza revolved around her. Shrewd brown eyes in a heart-shaped face under expensively dishevelled black hair, her dress undone one button too far, an immaculate mess. She saw him approach and her face cracked with a wide smile. (Chapter Two: “Back to Life”, page 28)