A reading diary about dark romance, serialized fiction, and the stuff we reach for when the lights are out and sleep isn't coming.
The relationship books, the pop-psychology volumes, the occasional memoir. The reading that informs the reading. Because the romances we love are often trying to say what these books try to say, only more carefully.
A quiet shelf of books for after the breakup, with notes on which kind of grief each one serves. The books that helped me, organized by what they did when nothing else worked.
I read a lot of relationship books, both the good kind and the self-help-airport-bookstore kind. These four changed how I think. The other thirty-six, with two or three exceptions, did not.
One year of careful notes on what I read at night, when I slept, and what those numbers actually said. Reading as a sleep practice, evaluated honestly, with the messy parts left in.
Attachment theory has gone from psychology textbook to Instagram explainer in five years. Three books that take it seriously, what they get right, and what the popular version misses.
Saturday mornings, before most people are awake, one email goes out. Two or three short entries, a recommendation, sometimes a question. No ads. No tracking pixels. Just the journal.