Booksport

I invented a word last night as I was going to sleep: booksport. At least, I’d never heard it before. I’m not sure why, but whenever I’m picking a book to read before I go to bed, I always think, “Which one can I finish tonight?”–regardless of what other books I’m in the middle of.
Anyway, I was reading myself to sleep, and in the final throes of consciousness I had this vision of reading qua sporting event: mad page-flipping, accumulating points for finishing longer books, paper cuts and medical teams, smug readers wearing sunglasses during competition, etc. Luckily I managed to scribble a groggy note about this that was still legible in the morning.