Hi, I’m Leah, and I read too much. Across every genre, usually four books going at once and not one of them finished. This is where I keep track of what I’m reading, and every so often write a little about it.

I don’t really have a lane. In a single month I’ll go from a doorstop of a family saga to a crime novel I finish in two sittings to a science book I only half understand and love anyway. If someone I trust tells me I have to read something, I have almost no ability to say no.

So that’s what this is: a small, quiet place for a habit that got out of hand a long time ago. Mostly it’s the books. Sometimes it’s whatever they leave me chewing on afterward, which is where the occasional bit of writing comes from.

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July 16, 2026

The book nobody wanted, years after not wanting it

A grainy black and white photograph of a wide, empty shoreline under a pale sky.

I bought The Slow Regard of Silent Things back when everyone bought it, which is to say, the week it came out somewhere in 2014, along with every other person waiting for the obvious next thing after The Name of the Wind and The Wise Man's Fear.