On a late June afternoon, I covered myself in SPF 70 and joined two friends at the side of a river. As we lay on our towels listening to the water, one of my friends asked if I had ever read Lily King. Not to be dramatic, but I often think of this moment as a life-changing one.

It sure is a book!

The blanket of the human condition is familiar, and it keeps me warm.

These boys are cuckoo bananas

It's 1972. April. Thirteen-year-old Tomoko has just arrived at her aunt and uncle's house in the mountains outside of Ashiya, Japan. Their daughter, Mina, is twelve, severely asthmatic, and rides a pygmy hippopotamus named Pochiko to school every day.

I’m attracted to that awkward skinny guy from SNL. This is my story. 

Did you know that eugenics was invented by fish? No? Good, because it wasn't, but the two are more related than you might think.

Nothing in this review is true.

The coming of age story I didn’t know I needed.

I didn't mean to spend my summer reading about grief, but the two books I read in June happen to follow grieving protagonists. Not to spoil July’s reading list, but the theme continues.

Welcome to a new blog section. Instead of my writing, you get to hear about what I’m reading! Oh boy!