There is something ridiculously satisfying and pleasant about logging books and other media I've consumed — at least for me. Anythink blogger Luke has written on this topic in the past, and while this became a happy pastime for me before I read his fascinating blog post, I was originally inspired by one of my favorite authors, Marissa Meyer.

The first book I read by the great Ann Patchett was “Bel Canto,” and I remember the experience so vividly. I was newly married and had just moved to St. Louis. I didn’t know a single person there and was spending my days feeling nervous and alone while he was away at class.  After weeks of staying inside, I asked my husband to draw out a map to the nearest library; this was pre-GPS.

I have never successfully completed a reading challenge. For years, I have fine-tooth combed the many challenges offered by various blogs and celebrities. I choose one that sparks my interest and set out in a grand attempt to fulfill the listed requirements. My gusto rarely lasts past March and I quickly become preoccupied with a new reading goal, professional reading responsibilities, or, in the case of last year, a global pandemic.

When I listened to the audio of Jenny Slate's essay collection, Little Weirds, a couple of months ago, I had no idea it would be so emotionally prescient.