The fabulous weekend is over. It was a good time. I feel like a human again.
The hotel was meh. My room was on the fourth floor, right on the elevator landing. It looked out over the hotel entrance, and the shopping center being built in front of the hotel. Meh. It was pretty at night when you couldn't see that, but you could see the lights of the city. Also, the hotel is across from St. Francis Hospital, so I heard a lot of ambulance sirens. Room service is not all it's cracked up to be. Probably it would help if the hotel restaurant wasn't kind of lame. There wasn't a lot on the menu, but they think very highly of their offerings.
On Saturday, I took myself to the Indian buffet to say goodbye to our favorite waiter. He's moving away to go to college.
Otherwise, I mostly read. Sometimes I took breaks to watch a Youtube video or annoy my husband, but mostly I read.
Friday night, I finished Last Night's Reading by Kate Gavino. Then I read The Public Library and Other Stories by Ali Smith. I started Why Read? by Mark Edmundson, but went to sleep instead.
I woke up on Saturday about 9:00. I went down to the hotel lobby to get some coffee and a croissant for breakfast and started reading again. I read half of One of Us Is Lying by Karen McManus. I was going to switch to something else, but I realized that my book club book was overdue and another book club lady was waiting for it. So I blew through Mr. Dickens and His Carol by Samantha Silva that afternoon.
To kind of cleanse my palate, I read Lumberjanes Vol. 8 by Shannon Watters in a matter of minutes.
After that, I couldn't decide. After Mr. Dickens, I didn't really feel like going back to the YA mystery. I needed more Historical Fiction. So, I chose Belgravia by Julian Fellowes. I read about 100 pages before my eyes started to cross. I knew I wouldn't really have time to read in the morning. It was already 1:00 a.m. and I was sure I'd sleep in. Checkout was noon, so I set my alarm for 10:30 to make sure I got everything packed up.
I woke up at 9:00. Apparently, my body just prefers a 9:00 wake up. If only that worked for the rest of my life.
Anyway, I got packed up and checked out by 10. I did a little shopping on my way home, and was there before 11:00. My puppies and hubby were happy to see me. My daughter was still in bed.
And that is how my Lost Book Weekend went. I highly recommend it. I guess you could do the same thing at home, but you'd have to make sure there was nothing that needed your attention. No laundry, no cleaning, no dogs needing let out, no people seeing a person reading and thinking, "Oh they're not doing anything. It must be so boring. I'll talk to them and keep them company."