Book Confessions of an Ex-Ballerina

Sunday on my blog always feels like a quiet room after a loud week. The books are stacked like witnesses, my coffee’s gone cold twice, and I’m here peeling back the reader version of me that pretends everything I pick up was intentional and profound. This is the corner where I admit which stories surprised me, which ones I side eyed through entire chapters, which characters I loved out loud and which books I only finished out of stubborn spite and a calendar reminder. No polished reviews today. Just reader confessions, slightly dramatic, fully honest, and probably accompanied by a tottering pile of “what was I thinking?”

23/250 2026 Reading Challenge

And that wraps another week of bookish honesty. Some wins, some flops, some reads that felt like warm hugs and others that politely wasted my time. Either way, the pages keep turning and so do I. See you next Sunday for more confessions from the ever growing, slightly chaotic stack.