Just to give you an idea of where my head is at, this is my daughter’s Halloween costume this year. The dancing is just some extra flair she added…
In short, we’re all losing our shit.
And this definitely affects my book reviews. Every time I look at a screen, it’s like my eyes go wonky. I have trouble keeping the words straight and concentrating on what I’m typing. I keep misspelling things and making typos that I don’t even notice until days later. But I have, like, six books to review—that I want to review—and it’s time to get ‘er done.
For the next few weeks (?), months (?), I’ll be relying on each book’s Goodreads synopsis more, and I’ll be writing shorter reviews. It’s not what I want. In fact, it feels like I’m phoning it in and letting myself down. As a type-A perfectionist, it kind of kills me inside to do this. But perfection is the enemy of progress, as Voltaire once said (or maybe Winston Churchill?), and I’d really like to just poop out some quick thoughts on these books and move on with my life, you know? So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m just stating my intention to the universe and to my four faithful readers. I hope you’ll continue to enjoy my reviews, and please don’t be disappointed in me.
By the way, owls sleep on their bellies—in case you needed something to make you feel unsettled yet entertained at the same time.