Recently, I have been thinking a lot about my relationship with the Internet, and the history of my blog and the kind of content I write here.
It seems weird that it is already the last day of February. This month is, of course, the shortest month of the year, but it felt somehow even shorter than expected.
Fight Club is one of those famous books I hadn’t yet read but felt immense pressure to read due to its seemingly universal presence in pop culture.
I had been procrastinating reading this book for a while, because I was honestly too scared to read it.
It is always a little weird to think about how much the musings of people from ancient Rome are still applicable today
When I was reading this book I just kept thinking about the thought that comes into my head sometimes, about how I can just tell that my life is not going to amount to anything all that interesting or happy.
Well, I’m finally starting to do wrap-ups on here again. I kind of fell off doing this last year, but I decided I ought to continue again because it’s nice to reflect back on the months, and I kind of like having this record.
Ah, the classics. Always an entertaining bunch.
Now, if you have read any of the other reviews on my blog, you will probably notice that this is not at all the kind of book I usually read.
How will the world end? Nuclear war? (thanks Putin) Alien invasion? (Fermi paradox until it’s not) or…. smallpox outbreak from a bioweapons experiment gone wrong?
There was a time not so long ago when I would have deeply related to this book.
This book was gloriously pretentious, and I loved it.
By far my favorite part of January is the opportunity it provides to wax poetic about my favorite books of the year. I read so many great books in 2022, and I cannot wait to talk about the best books from this year that I want to recommend for you to read.
We’ve all had an existential crisis at least once in our lives.
Usually whenever I remember my dreams they are simultaneously vague and vivid, always somewhat disturbing but with the unmistakable tinge of real life.
This entire book reads like a weird fever dream.
Today’s post is on a bit of a spicy topic: atheist book recommendations. It goes without saying that regardless of your religious views, I would recommend these books to you (you don’t have to be an atheist to appreciate them– and maybe some of them will change your view).
Picture this: you’ve been instantaneously transported into 19th century Russia, in the slums of St. Petersburg.
Ruta Sepetys is an American Young Adult historical fiction author who writes about often-overlooked historical events, usually focusing on 20th-century European history. Her books are written with teens in mind, but they are often considered “crossover” novels because of their simultaneous appeal to adult readers. Her father was a Lithuanian refugee, and this has inspired some of her fiction.
When I was a kid, I wasn’t allowed to watch Nickelodeon or Disney Channel. So I missed out on what is seemingly an otherwise shared experience of 90s-early 2000s kids– but for that, perhaps, I should be grateful.