Maybe my reduced book count made me be choosier, because I honestly didn't read a bad book this year. (Well, maybe one of the 33 1/3 volumes - I won't say which one.)

Some of my fave reads from 2025, Part 2:
* There There, Tommy Orange
* The Kidnapping Club, Jonathan Daniel Wells
* Heavy, Kiese Laymon
* Nola Face, Brooke Champagne
* The Woman Warrior, Maxine Hong Kingston

Some of my fave reads from 2025, Part 1:
* Doppelganger, Naomi Klein
* Best American Essays of the Century (2000)
* The Harder I Fight the More I Love You, Neko Case
* 33 1/3: Let's Talk About Love - A Journey to the End of taste, Carl Wilson

I'll give these lines from the essay to you, friends. It speaks to me of the poetry inherent in temporarily forgetting:
"You wrote a line about this once, published it in a book of poems. But when you look you cannot find it. Does this mean you are meant to learn it all again?"

Knowing disorder is a condition rather than something to be disciplined out of me has done wonders for my stress level and self-esteem, empowering me to act in full acceptance of disordered myself.

And I love that word, disorder. We're seeing in real time the horrific effects of Order being imposed on our country.

Having an ADHD diagnosis has been liberating. Finally, the things that so annoy my people—I can’t stay in the same room for more than 10 minutes, I have a hard time recalling conversations I was involved in only days or even hours earlier—are not personal deficiencies but part of my *disorder*!

(Actually they go in the “EAT NOW” pile)

They’re chocolate covered so absolutely!

My daughter’s first sort when she got home last night was 1) the chocolate pile and 2) the non-chocolate pile