All right, I’ve been reading King Dork for what appears to be twenty-seven hours, but the modern time tracking system I have in my house which I call a “clock” seems to indicate it has only been about three hours. I am just passing page two hundred, which leaves a solid third of the book in front of me. How much type did they cram in each of these pages anyway?
To keep my mind fresh — that being a relative term — after one day of priority reading, I keep changing locations. Even though the temperature is about ninety today, it isn’t humid. And we all know that it’s not the heat, it’s the humidity. So, I read on the back porch in the shade for a while. Then I switch to the hammock. Then it’s upstairs to the couch. But after the third hour on this book, I needed a break. Hello, computer.
Please understand, I’m liking King Dork. It is an incredible piece of work. I having been laughing out loud at several lines, not to mention the endless song titles and band names. This is a very funny, very clever book.
It’s just long, and I’m tired and I want to go see the movie Cars with my family, but this weekend is about reading. Apparently, even, reading until you are a little bit sick of it.
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