(Originally written in November of 2020) On the last day of each year, I always spend a few hours reflecting on the past year and setting goals for the next year. During 2019, I had lost touch with my love of reading amidst all of the change that saturated my life. It got left behind. So on the last day …
I miss quarantine. Okay, not really. I don’t miss most of it. But I do miss the space it created in my life for reading. Last year, in 2020, I read 48 books outside of school – my most ever in one year. I felt like the coolest little bookworm in the world! I miss those ethereal mornings my brother …
For me, the American Dream looks like a library with a rolling ladder. That’s when I’ll know I’ve made it – that’s when the most central of my dreams will have come true.
I have been lucky enough to spend a lot of time in New York City throughout my life, and some of my favorite memories with my mother are the ones that we have made in Manhattan. I remember small glimpses of those trips, and they fill me with nostalgia.
If you managed to click on the title (and have made it thus far in this sentence), then you’re halfway there!
This book broke my heart. And I’d let it do it again.
My first five star read of the school year – and I am quite stingy with that prestigious accolade!
I miss picture books.
Because if we’re being honest, there is only one list that matters in the world of book publishing, book selling, and book reading.
This book brought me serotonin for the first time in awhile.