A reading diary about dark romance, serialized fiction, and the stuff we reach for when the lights are out and sleep isn't coming.
On pop psychology, on reading practice, on the things that live between reviews and recommendations. The entries that started as notes, got out of hand, and became their own thing.
After many late-night arguments, one very bad couples workshop, and a deep re-reading of the source material, I have a more nuanced take than "mine is acts of service, what's yours?" Hear me out.
Attention is different after 11pm. The prose that lands at 1am does not land at 1pm, and the reverse is equally true. A short defense of the night reading life, and an honest accounting of what you give up for it.
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.