Given how much I was traveling this summer, I’m amazed I managed to read so many books. Eleven in two months is pretty good.

Did you know that writing your own book and quitting your job and trying to build a business from scratch makes you busy? I’ve been reading plenty, but as you can tell, I’ve been doing very little reviewing. I’ll try to fix that over the next few days. Here’s May and June.

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.

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.

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.

And now, the post you’ve been waiting for: part two of the twenty books I’ve read since the last time I remembered to blog.

I have finished twenty books since I last blogged about my reading. Whoops. I shall now attempt to catch up in two, ten-book posts. I’ll keep the reviews short, for everyone’s sake.

I have been slacking on my reading blogs. I’ll have to cover February (many books) and March (few books) in one go.

New year, new books. I’m already off to a strong start with 7 books in January.

Whenever the end of the year rolls around, I read a ton of books in an effort to boost my annual count—which, by the way, was officially 74 in 2023. This past December I had lots of extra time to read while I was semi-vacationing in Santa Fe, so I really went for it.

November is still spooky season, in my opinion. And I got through even more spooky books in November than I did in October.

Spooky season, spooky books. I don’t make the rules.

I’m not sure this has ever happened to me since I started methodically keeping track of the books I read—but I only read one book in September. One.

I’ve been reading a lot of self-help and memoir lately for…a project. I must admit, I was skeptical of the self-help genre as a whole, but I’ve been pleasantly surprised! Squeezed a few novels in there too, of course. My brain requires fiction to properly function.

After 3.5 years, I finally caught COVID-19. My fever broke, but I’m still in the quarantine period—so this is probably a good time to tell you what I read in June and July, right?

Since it’s almost July, I should probably tell you about the books I read in May. Don’t you think?

In the immediate aftermath of my dad’s death, April was a rough month for me. But I still managed to read some incredible books. To devour some incredible books might be more accurate.

The past two months I’ve been subjected to extreme emotional whiplash. In February, I went to Stockholm for my birthday—what a treat! And in March, my dad entered hospice and swiftly died. Somehow, through all of it, reading remained a constant comfort.