Becky Robison

I’m sensing a trend in my reading this year: several books one month, very few the next. We’ll see if the pattern holds up.

I bet you're wondering how my book is going, aren't you? "My Parents Are Dead: What Now?" is well on its way!

I was thinking about why my Spring 2025 playlist is so moody, and it occurred to me that Spring and everything about it, from the weather to NCAA basketball, reminds me of my dad dying. So maybe my Spring offerings aren’t going to be particularly chipper from now on.

Normally I read tons of books at the beginning of the year. But 2025 has been busy thanks to book edits of my own, houseguests, and copious February birthdays. I only have seven to review so far—but seven (mostly) good ones.

Ah, December—the month where I cram in as many books as I can to make up for a perceived yearlong laziness due to Catholic guilt. This year wasn’t too bad, actually—I only read five throughout the month.

The theme of my Winter 2024/25 Playlist may be…discordant? I suppose not all the songs are discordant, but I do feel like my playlists are becoming somewhat more deranged as the world continues to fall apart. You’re welcome?

In which I reread multiple books in order to better jump into their sequels. And then some.

Oops, I did it again. I fell behind on my reading blogs. Got lost in the game…of starting a new business and finishing my own book. Enough Britney—onto the reviews.

Grieve Leave recently published my essay about how the Swedish Satanic metal band Ghost helped me grieve my father’s death. Plus, I was nominated for Best of the Net!

I finished my Fall 2024 playlist at the beginning of October—I just haven’t had a chance to blog about it. Better do it now before autumn escapes entirely and we rush headlong into winter.