May Wrap-Up: Living up to the ol’ username

I’M GOING TO LIVE FOREVER!!!

Translation: I just had the single most insane reading month I have ever had, and sure maybe it was because I’m in the gilded age of being unable to be alone with my thoughts, and yeah perhaps “just” here means more than 3 weeks ago, but beggars can’t be choosers.

April Wrap-Up: Everything’s coming up apocalypse

The world is so awful right now.

Basic human rights: Being stripped. Really cute Easter-related items like pastel candy and small stuffed animals shaped like chicks: Were on sale but now impossible to find until next spring. The weather: Weird, for existential environmental reasons, probably.

Emma…posts too much? (I’m starting a book club)

FOLKS.

It’s happened.

For nearly [redacted] years, I have branded myself as emma reads too much the world over. Even when I was reading approximately negative books. Even when I wasn’t posting and most of my accounts were archived when such a tool was available.

March Wrap-Up: Everything is perfect actually

HELLO EVERYONE. WELCOME. WELCOME TO ALL PROBLEMS BEING GONE, HAPPINESS INCARNATE, A WORLD OF SUNSHINE, OF THE PROVERBIAL AND LITERAL VARIETY.

Folks, in my head and in my heart, it is Summer. Is this true under any other calendar, temperature, scientific methodology, concept of seasons, holiday perception, schoolchild’s belief, or alternate canon?

No.

Happy belated February Wrap-Up to all who celebrate

Enough.

I’m calling it.

Winter needs to end right now, immediately, or possibly yesterday, and if it keeps going I am going to lose my mind and do something drastic, such as giving books non-critical ratings or posting regularly on any of my 1,000 platforms.

The most absurd actions I can think of.

Valentine’s Day reads for sad ghouls

I am, probably, a fundamentally cold person.

My Goodreads profile prominently features a GIF declaring me to be dead inside. (Granted, the seriousness of this is lessened by the fact that it is a GIF, and also of Michael Scott, but still.)

January Wrap-Up, or: do I remember how to write these

I have begun many posts by yelling at myself, and this should be no exception.

I used to write wrap-up posts for EVERY MONTH OF THE YEAR, and now it’s 2022 and I spent all of 2021 not posting at all and in 2020 I wrote two wrap-ups to last the whole year.

And I may have been an English major, but even I know that math doesn’t work out.

I read for 24 hours straight and all I got was this lousy blog post

To quote an iconic lyricism by American treasure Katy Perry: Greetings, loved ones. Let’s take a journey.

I don’t actually even really like Katy Perry, and in fact do not enjoy the song California Girls, which I’m pretty sure the above line is from, but we don’t have time for that because I’m already two hours into reading and I just decided I’m doing this.

The very best books of the worst year yet

Well…hey, everybody. It’s been a while, huh.

Longer than usual, even.

Normally I’d come in here with some kinda attempt at a witty reintroduction and then act like no time had passed at all. But a lot of time did pass, in fact. 12 times, if you call a month a time.

The best books of the worst year

Greetings, loved ones. Let’s take a journey (deep into the darkest depths of your memory, where if you have any recollection of my existence at all / the regrettable moment at which you smashed that follow button, such a thing would reside, monstrously ad alone).

I’m back.