Good morning! I am not actually awake yet, because it's 5am and I need my sleep, and I will be mostly unable to join in the readathon until this afternoon. But here is the post where I will make updates. I'm supposed to answer these questions: 1) What fine part of the world are you reading from today? Sunny California! Emphasis on the "sunny"--after a nice cool spring it's in the 90s now. I live in the rural northern part above Sacramento that everyone forgets about--we hold 2% of the total population of California. 2) Which book in your stack are you most looking forward to? It's a smorgasbord of delight! I don't even know. 3) Which snack are you most looking forward to? ...you think I'm well-prepared, don't you? I have a bag of sunflower seeds/Craisins/almond M&Ms, and I'm thinking quite seriously about treating myself to Indian food tonight. That's all I've got. 4) Tell us a little something about yourself!
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