Welcome to my literary graveyard (or shrine), depending on how highly I feel about the book. Below, you will find a suspiciously neat grid of colorful rectangles. Some people collect artisanal cheeses or vintage regrets; I, on the other hand, collect performative proof that my attention span has not entirely atrophied. What you are looking at is a chaotic jumble of words I have consumed, and words I have selfishly inflicted upon the world.

There are two types... If a book is accompanied by a shiny [Free Download] button, congratulations (and my deepest apologies): I wrote it. You are entirely free to take it, read it, and subsequently question my sanity. All mistakes are mine. The other covers? I merely read them. I cannot offer you a free copy of the latest sci-fi epic or philosophical tome I obsessed over, mostly because my legal department (which is just me, sweating) strongly advises against casual piracy lol.

Should you feel particularly masochistic, you may tap on any of these covers. Be warned, however: this action will not yield a sterile, objective synopsis. Instead, you will be dragged into a deeply subjective, maybe a THC-induced monologue detailing my exact emotional state while interacting with the text. Consider it less of a "book review" and more of a hostage situation where I force you to listen to how a specific sequence of paragraphs ruined my Tuesday. Proceed at your own peril.