Books finished: None
Number of pages read: 26 HB: Destillert Norgeshistorie + 11 Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (aloud) + 110 Når livet er kjipt
Total number of pages read: 147
Total number of books finished: 0
Total number of books blogged about: 1 (Shakespeare by Bill Bryson)
Comments: I unintentionally started off the Bout of Books week rather well. Let’s see if I can keep it up now that I’ve actually signed up!
I might as well join in today’s challenge, also:
Would you rather… by Writing My Own Fairytale
Would you rather:
Lend books to someone who dog-ears pages or to someone who reads with cheesy Cheetos fingers?
Dog-ears. I’d make sure to only lend them pockets, though, and certainly keep my most prized books well away. I dog-ear my own pockets, so it wouldn’t matter so much that someone else did it too…
Would you rather:
Be able to meet one character of your choice or meet one author of your choice?
Tricky. Author, I think, though I’m hard pressed to chose one.
Would you rather:
Never be allowed in a book store again or never be allowed in a library again?
What a terrible fate! I’m going to have to go with library, because so many of the books I read and want to read are not available from any of the libraries I have access too. And then… to never be allowed into another second-hand book store to hunt for treasures? No. Unthinkable.
Would you rather:
Have to choose one of your favorite characters to die in their book or have to pick one of your favorite couples to break up in their book?
Bad as it would be I’d have to say break up. I’m too much of a realist to think that that’s the worst that could happen to someone, most people (certainly anyone with the mettle to be one half of one of my favourite couples) tackle it reasonably well.
Would you rather:
Be required to read Twilight once a year for the rest of your life or The Scarlet Letter once a year for the rest of your life?
The Scarlet Letter, without a doubt. For one thing, it’s about half the length of Twilight, for another, after reading it once a year for a few decades I might get an epiphany and finally understand what’s supposedly so great about it. (The same thing might conceivably happen with Twilight, I suppose, but that would be something of a tragedy, frankly.)
