Hello to my mom, and my best friend Slam, the heart and bulk of my readership. And if you happen to get lost on the Internet and randomly find your way here, hello to you too.
This is a place for me to document my reading travels. And, right now, it’s not a whole lot more than that.
This is not a place where I will be sharing recipes for tuna casserole. Nor is it a place where you will read about my psychotic but quasi-charming children. I will not be divulging the brilliant ideas I come up with at red lights that I’m certain would do well on Shark Tank.
I’m just here, talking about the books I’m reading, especially the ones that make me stay up late into the night: the Rabbit Hole books that cannot possibly be human-made.
Because I’m not a millennial, and because I’ve been wiping other people’s asses for the past five years, I barely know what I’m doing here.
Hopefully, each post should be short and sweet and link straight to Amazon. (And no, Amazon and I are not, shockingly, in cahoots. I just figured it might save you a whole thirty seconds to have the link right at your fingertips.) And as long as no one is directed to any porn sites, or Magic Bullet informercials, I’m going to call myself a complete success.
“Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.”
― George R.R. Martin