Bravo... to Me!

One of the side effects of being an Illiterate is that I have to celebrate the small things. And by "small things," I mean really small — like the fact that I’ve read pages every day for a week. That, my friends, is a success worthy of another irrelevant, barely-read blog post (let’s be honest, this is basically a teenage girl’s diary entry hidden under the mattress, just waiting for Mommy and Daddy to snoop and weep).

Anyway — back to the point:
I've read every day for a week, and I'm slowly clawing back the mountain of pages I fell behind over three glorious months of being a useless sloth.

So again: Bravo... to me!

Where are we now?

• Voodoo Science (34%):
  This book is now actively destroying my childhood dreams of manned missions to Mars (yes, I said manned, deal with it). Apparently, sending people to Mars is a giant, pointless waste of time, money, and brain cells. Damn. Still — 10/10 recommend the bubble-bursting.
• The Dragon Republic (56%):
  I was worried this book would veer off into happier pastures and lose the beautifully depressing magic of The Poppy War. I’m thrilled to report: it hasn’t.
  I’ve never been so happy to be so utterly sad. Fantastic chaos.
• A Lady’s Guide to Marvels and Misadventure (16%):
  Shakespeare, move over — Angela Bell is the new Gold Standard of Trash-Panda Rubbish.
  Out of respect for my very elderly aunt (who gifted this cursed tome), I’m pushing through. Thanks, Auntie… for nothing.

Current Status:
916 pages behind my 8,000-page goal for 2025.
Closing in on it... one slow, stubborn, probably-delusional day at a time.