It’s Juneathon time!

The annual ‘run every day in June’ and then blog about it shenanigans.

I love Juneathon.

Juneathon has changed over the years, it used to be an actual ‘thing’ – it had a website, you had to log your miles and publish your blog – now I think it might have a Facebook page. But take nothing away from the fact that running every day for a month is pretty tricky.

In recent years there has been less emphasis on ‘running’ every day, it is now more about doing some sort of exercise a day, whether that be a walk, on the bike or at the gym.

Rarely in the last few years have I actually managed to complete it. Normally by about day 17 something has happened that has put paid to the daily run.

Things are going to be different this year – I’m feeling positive. I can do this. I’ve got the added incentive of a 24hr race coming up in July – so it will be useful to get some miles under the belt.

Just as difficult as the exercise, is of course, the blogging about it. There is only so much you can waffle on about. But I love waffling about nothing!

Wish me luck! I’ll be here every day, either with some mind-numbingly boring blog post about ‘another’ run, or an excuse.

It starts tomorrow…

The Resident by David Jackson

The third thriller of the year – I loved it – best so far.

I would highly recommend this if you are into thrillers. It is disturbingly creepy at times but also darkly funny.

Thomas Brogan is a serial killer on the run. He finds himself in an abandoned end terrace house. After accessing the loft he realises he can access all the houses in the street. He knows everyone’s secrets and he loves playing games.

If you have a loft and you are planning on reading this book you might want to just check what’s up there before you start.

Next up: The Players.

Ghost Boys by Jewell Parker Rhodes

This was quite a shift in reading material: from the 600+ pages of a Pulitzer Prize winner to a very short teenage novel dealing with racism, death and the fight for justice.

The story follows a young black boy who has been shot and killed by a white police officer in Chicago. As a ghost, Jerome witnesses how his family and friends deal with his death. As well as this, Jerome befriends Sarah, the daughter of the policeman who killed him. Leading to some tough questions that both must answer.

He meets another ghost, Emmet Till, a real-life figure, who was killed in similar circumstances – Till later became an icon of the civil rights movement.

A short novel that is unfortunately very necessary right now.

Well worth a read. It won’t take you long.

Next up: The Resident

The Overstory by Richard Powers

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2019.

Not a book I would naturally be drawn to, and if I’m honest, it was a bit of a slog at times.

It’s a book about trees.

It follows the lives of eight very different characters through a series of extended short stories. One thing they all have in common is trees. Each character has a special relationship with trees. Eventually all the different and rather messy plot lines start getting tangled together.

By following these very different people we get a clear idea how climate, and climate change, touches every inch of the Earth.

The separate storylines are quite complicated, it feels very long in places. But what Powers is pretty good at is describing trees. The beautiful poetic descriptions means the book becomes almost dreamlike at times.

It’s a novel about the natural world and our power as human beings to destroy it or redeem it.

There is one passage in the novel that I’d like to share…

Say the planet is born at midnight and runs for one day.

First there is nothing. Two hours are lost to lava and meteors. Life doesn’t show up until three or four am. From dawn to late morning nothing more exists than lean and simple cells.

Something wild happens, not long after noon. Cells evolve.

Dusk falls before compound life takes hold. Every large living thing is a latecomer, showing up after dark. Nine pm brings jellyfish and worms. Later that hour comes the breakout – backbones, cartilage, an explosion of body forms.

Plants make it up on land just before ten. Then insects, who instantly take to the air. Moments later, tetrapods crawl out of the sea. By eleven, dinosaurs have shot their bolt, leaving mammals and birds in charge for an hour.

Somewhere in that last sixty minutes, life grows aware. Creatures start to speculate. Animals start teaching their children.

Anatomically modern man shows up four seconds before midnight.

By midnight, most of the globe is converted to grow crops for the care and feeding of one species. And that’s when the tree of life becomes something else again. That’s when the giant trunk starts to teeter.

Incredible.

Couldn’t end the post without some trees:

Next up: Ghost Boys