Postpartum, I realized I needed a hobby—something that felt like mine again. Enter: reading. Do I know what makes writing “good”? Nope. Do I care? Also nope. My version of annotating(if I even bothered with that ) would be like: “make this emo quote a fb status in 2007?” or “okay but I would 100% live in this cottage.” So, while I’m not here to give you a masterclass in literature, I am here to share the books that made me laugh, cry, or at least forget about the laundry for a hot second. Here are my recent faves—complete with imaginary sticky notes, cold coffee stains, and the occasional eye roll.
