Life is weird right now.

And we’re all feeling it. I know I am.

I've been working from home for three weeks now. My house has never looked more complete: we’ve hung the pictures; we’ve built the raised garden beds; we've organized the garage. And I’ve read some books, and started more. The time that I would normally spend driving to and from work each day are being dedicated to the physical books I’ve been meaning to pick up for a while, rather than my audiobooks. Some of these titles are Persuasion, by Jane Austen and The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert, and next - the follow up to The Hazel Wood: The Night Country. I’m very much looking forward to photographing those two novels because the covers are legitimately the most beautiful covers I’ve ever seen.

Guys, my dearest non-existent readers...I feel like I have a lot to say, and then nothing at all. I’ve been trying to write more and so maybe that is why I opened up the blog today, even though I don’t have anything specific to write about. And I also feel like if I did say anything, I’d be trying too hard. So instead I am going to leave a quote from The Hazel Wood that I really appreciated, because it feels like my insides now:

Everyone is supposed to be a combination of nature and nurture, their true selves shaped by years of friends and fights and parents and dreams and things you did too young and things you overheard that you shouldn’t have and secrets you kept or couldn’t and regrets and victories and quiet prides, all the packed-together detritus that becomes what you call your life.

It’s a lot. A nice, long run on sentence that is reminiscent of my stream of consciousness. So, everyone. That’s all I’ve got today. It’s not much, but it’s true. Go read something delicious, my loves.