OK, so. My self-imposed post-a-day challenge is in the shitter, because I hate small talk. My head is so full-of-thoughts, there’s no time in the day to do them justice. How many ways can you say I feel like I’m losing a bit of myself every day without sounding like a depressing cow? My solace is reading. And Isla, but she’s three and I might be clingy. So, books. I found this A to Z reading survey from The Perpetual…
