There is a particular kind of grief that arrives at the end of a perfect book. The story closes, the characters release you, and you stand blinking in the doorway between that world and your own, a little changed by where you have been. It is bittersweet and…
A follow-up to the e-reader rabbit hole that started it all, and the honest verdict after living with this tiny device every single day. I have owned a lot of e-readers. The original Nook, back when Barnes and Noble was still trying to compete and we all thought…
There is a particular kind of reader fatigue that settles in somewhere around book four of a series that was only ever meant to be one. You still love the characters. You remember exactly why you fell for this world in the first place. But somewhere between the…
There is a particular kind of shame that creeps in when you reach for a feel-good romance or a soft, slow-paced cozy mystery instead of the serious literary fiction stacked on your nightstand. The world tells you that reading should be improving, challenging, and rigorous. That if a…
There is a quiet rebellion happening on the pages of dog-eared books, in the margins filled with pencil notes, and in the unhurried afternoon hours of people who have decided that reading is not a race. It is not a leaderboard. It is not a metric. It is…