I keep telling myself that it’s okay for me to keep all of my thoughts in my head, but then I realized it’s been slowly making me insane.

About three years ago, I started a book Instagram account, ostensibly just to post about the books I was reading, and lets be honest, to try and get free books from publishers and book stores. I yearned for the stacks of books I was seeing influencers get sent in the middle of the COVID-19 pandemic, and I just wanted to cocoon myself in reading.

To be fair, in April of 2020 I was struggling my way through the end of a graduate degree I realized about four months from the end was not going to get me to the career I actually wanted, and went from at least being in class, to having to do it all on Zoom and hating literally every second. That’s not even hyperbolic, I hated legitimately every single one. So I started ordering books and reading as escapism, the same way I had in middle school.

So then I had a book Instagram account, and I got some classmates and family members to follow it, but I realized I was not cut out for making reels or aesthetically pleasing stacks. I was poor, in graduate school, and half the time I was reading grisly articles about the Rwandan genocide, not cute little romance novels or dark fantasy. To be fair, I still don’t read those very much.

So now, here we are. A failed book Instagram (I still post there), a mediocre book TikTok (I am simply not meant for it, the kids do it better), a supremely failed newsletter (I am not built for that kind of life), and now a blog. I think this is going to go better because I am more likely to actually write down exactly how I’m feeling and doing, as well as decent book reviews.

I look forward to working together on this endeavor 🙂

Lots of love,

Charlotte