Feb 6, 2026
London is constantly reinventing itself. There’s no end to its stories, or the books that tell them. And, unfortunately, only so much shelf space...
Jan 30, 2026
If I had to give this shelf a name it would be my Irish Hag shelf. Which, coincidentally, is a name I happily give myself: Irish hag.
Jan 23, 2026
I was in mourning for the books that weren’t on the shelves. The ones I have lost along the way.
Jan 16, 2026
A shelf of somewhat mismatched non-fiction items, shoved together with minimal plan or purpose, ranging across many ages of reading, on an old MFI shelf.
Jan 9, 2026
My fiancée and I were both (a.) hungry for book recommendations and (b.) far too wrapped up in doomscrolling about the rise of populism.
Jan 2, 2026
Somewhere along the way, I realized survival isn’t solitary. It’s communal.
Dec 26, 2025
Seldom does a writer get the multiple edition treatment in my home.
Dec 19, 2025
After reading it, I switched career paths and started to learn and work in horticulture.
Dec 12, 2025
Somewhere out there is a parallel universe where I never bought that book, and my life probably looks very different. Certainly less fantastical.
