Book Confessions of an Ex-Ballerina

Sunday confessions feel a little like setting a book down spine up on the table, pages splayed, thoughts exposed. This is the space where I admit what worked, what didn’t, and the little truths I usually keep tucked between the lines. No polished wrap ups, no neat bows, just honest reflections from the week behind me and whatever’s still rattling around in my head. Let’s confess.

402/100 2025 Reading Challenge

All in all, this week’s reading journey reminded me why I love getting lost in stories. Sometimes they surprise, sometimes they frustrate, but they always leave a little piece of themselves with me. Whether I flew through pages or lingered over sentences, each book added its own flavor to my week. Now, I’m ready to dive into whatever comes next, with a cup of tea in hand and an open mind for the next confession-worthy read.