Weekend Reads is a weekly discussion on a variety of topics. At the end of the post, I’ll include what I plan to read on the weekend.
The question for this weekend:
So, what did you do this weekend?
I felt like talking about my weekend hence the question above. We have a three-day weekend here in the U.S. because tomorrow is Labor Day and already mine is off to a great start.
First, I woke at the ungodly hour of 5am yesterday to go zip lining in the Shenandoah Valley out in Virginia somewhere. It was a wonderful outing and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, though I was a bit nervous on the first zip line, which was weird because I wasn’t nervous when I went sky diving. (Smh, I’m such an odd ball.)
It was a wonderful, peaceful drive out west. I was looking forward to seeing the sun rise but it was too cloudy for that, plus I suspect that the sun had already risen when we left out (around 6) but the clouds were blocking it. I don’t know. I also looked forward to seeing some mountains. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mountain before because whenever I think of mountains, I imagine some monstrosity of nature stretching into the sky, reaching for the limits of the limitless space beyond. We passed some formations that I believe were hills and saw some mounds in the distance that I took for mountains just to satiate that interest for now.
The zip lining was awesome and I highly suggest you go do it if you can. I felt as if I was swinging through the trees like Tarzan, or on a super secret mission to take out some evil enemy like in a spy movie. We were in the thick of some woods, which was a new experience for me but I loved it despite the bugs. I was on the look out for bears, wolves, snakes, and foxes, but all I saw were squirrels, a deer, spiders, and two stick bugs having sex (we unintentionally interrupted them and one, I think it was the lady, ran away. The other stood there looking forlorn.)
I was exhausted by the time I made it back to D.C. and was considering to not bother with the National Book Festival that I’ve wanted to attend for years but haven’t been able to, but my friends (awesome friends) encouraged me not to give up. By the time I got to the Convention Center where the festival was held, I had a migraine and other body parts threatened to hurt as well because of how tired I was. But then I saw this graffiti and felt a little better:
The Convention Center is huge. By the time I got there, I had just enough time to freshen up, drag on a presentable blouse, and get lost in the building (because I always get lost) before dashing off to see the one author I really wanted to see.
I enjoyed listening to him talk about his recently published book A Brief History of Seven Killings and what inspired him to write this story that’s based on the attempted assassination of Bob Marley. He sometimes touched on my favorite book of his, The Book of Night Women, as well. It was a wonderful presentation with lots of jokes throughout to make it light. As soon as it was done, I dashed off to purchase his new book. I intended to be first in line at his signing but, of course, I got distracted by the other books on the sale floor (Politics and Prose was the bookseller this year).
Like all the other book lovers in attendance, I had to look at ALL the books on display and fondle all the ones that appealed to me, sometimes reading a page or two or just the flap. Then I had to walk around with a few to convince myself to purchase them — Libba Bray’s Lair of Dreams, Sabaa Tahir’s An Ember in the Ashes, Meg Wolitzer’s Belzhar, and Anthony Doerr’s All the Light We Cannot See — but I was steadfast in purchasing just one because I had to pay full price. Then came the long awaited moment when I meet James, tell him how great his book is, got him to sign the one I bought and the one I brought from home, and took a selfie. 😀
By the time I got home, I was so exhausted I skipped dinner and slept from 7pm to sometime this morning.
Today I’m chilling and reading this:
I’m behind on book reviews/discussions so I don’t want to start a new book just yet.