Here we are, crashing through 2022. It’s been an eventful year so far, unpredictable to say the least. The weather has been cold, mostly gray, and my family and I finally experienced the seemingly unavoidable COVID diagnosis. Thankfully, the symptoms were minor and rather than feel downtrodden or putout,
I've read over 230 books over the past seven years, but only a couple of them have changed my definition of what a book can be. The first was David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest and now America and the Cult of the Cactus Boots.
Ah, mid-September. Fall is (theoretically) getting close, my daughter just turned seven and my birthday is right around the corner. I've been reading a fair bit this month amidst a fairly heavy school load and my normal home/work duties and responsibilities. The first book I started (and only that
Est. Reading Time: 4 minutes It seems fitting that my first post on my newest iteration of a blog be a rundown on a book about reading. I am an avid reader and have been for some time, but just because I read a lot doesn't mean I can't read