Pages Update Whenever I Finish A Chapter
I always have at least three books going at once, which my partner calls "a personality disorder" and I call "keeping my options open." Here's the current rotation, updated by hand whenever I actually sit down and edit this file instead of just thinking about it.
Three hundred pages in and nothing has technically happened yet, and I mean that as the highest compliment. The prose is so thick you could stand a spoon in it. I read a chapter before bed and dream in stone corridors afterward.
A reread, because I remembered loving it at nineteen and wanted to know if twenty-nine-year-old me would notice different things. She does. The winter planet feels colder every time.
Reading a book about reading books, which is either the most on-brand thing I own or a sign I need to touch grass. Probably both. It's making me slower and more deliberate, which is annoying because I like being fast.
If you want to know what happens to any of these once I finish them, check the favorites page in a month or two --- that's where the survivors end up.