In Which Our Heroine Celebrates A Small Win
In order for you, Dear Reader, to understand how exciting the title of this entry is, I should give you some background.
As soon as I learned how to read, I had my nose in a book pretty much constantly. The Library was one of my very favorite places. I would check out books and books and read them all and then come back, ravenous for More: More stories, More adventures, More fictional friends, More Words.
This continued into adulthood. Even when I was in college, I managed to find some time to read fiction, to continue to meet new fictional friends, to go on more adventures in my imagination. It was good for me. I was focused. I had a great attention span. I still reread old favorites, too, because revisiting old friends is important. Refreshing one’s memories of stories is still one of my favorite things.
When the Lockdown hit in 2020, my focus vanished. I felt like I couldn’t hold onto anything for more than five minutes, like I couldn’t plan. Social media helped me feel more connected, but it didn’t help my focus. I still read, but only the same, familiar stories over and over. They were comforting. I knew how they ended and that, at least in books, everything turned out fine. They were a certain thing in a world that felt very uncertain.
Our world still feels uncertain, but I’ve been finding my feet again. I’ve been trying to avoid The Dreaded Scrolling (though it’s so tempting!), drink lots of water, stay grounded, and deal with my anxiety. I’ve been making progress, which makes me happy! But what made me the happiest yesterday was this.
I finished a book.
A new book. A book I had never read before. In this case, Gifts by Ursula K. Le Guin.
What’s more, I finished most of it in one sitting. I didn’t have to fight to focus on it. It was as if I’d rediscovered the magic of a good storyteller, the kind that grabs hold of you and won’t let go until the end (or until you’re caught reading under the covers and your parents tell you to go to sleep because you have school in a few hours).
And now, I’m excited about the next one. I’m excited about taking time to get sucked into a story and go on new adventures. I’m excited about being able to enjoy long form fiction again – and to get back into writing some of my own. (I used to write a lot, too.)
Finishing a new book feels like such a small thing, but I feel like it has big implications. And I feel encouraged.
What have you been reading lately? Let me know if you have any recommendations!






















