A cozy small-town romance set in the charming Dream Harbor, where a woman inherits a beloved café and finds herself falling for the grumpy local farmer who wants nothing to do with her plans. Autumn in book form.

She doesn't frame her mistakes as redemption arcs. A choice was made, lessons were learned, it worked out or it didn't. You go forward.

In a cast of women, the character who felt most fully realized was a young boy. Should you read it? Only if you’re a committed Arthurian.

I have descended a spiral staircase to hell.

Priya Parker turns her attention to conflict; arguing that fighting, done right, is not a failure of a relationship but proof of one.

Jeannette McCurdy's Half His Age is a DNF, but not because the writing fails. It succeeds too completely. A review of a book I couldn't finish and why that says nothing about whether you should read it.

How many others had foolishly underestimated the Prince of Sloth? Had mistaken his penchant for reading all day for laziness instead of what it truly was— honing the best weapon in his arsenal: his mind.

A young widow receives her late husband's final gift: one book a month for a year, each one chosen because he knew her completely. Grab the tissues.

My indie bookstore owner pressed The House Witch into my hands and said, "oh, you will love this." Three series and ten books later, I understand completely why the community around these books is as passionate as it is.

“Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”

This wasn’t about becoming someone I wasn’t, but about stepping into a version of myself that could handle everything the sport demanded— on and off the track. And it paid off.

You can use those claws of yours all you wish. Can’t you tell I’m not going anywhere?

It is bold to see the life you wish to live and take it.

Cats are rarely troubled by the things humans fret over, which apparently included the end of the world, and I found myself comforted by her insouciance.

I’d sooner defend the image of me as a hideous, withered hag, rather than the image of me as coy, quiet, sexualized teenaged girl. It’s appalling that I was trained to behave the way I was when I was younger, and I think of it as a societal betrayal, and a depraved way to treat girls.

If you think there is nothing anyone can teach you, you are not just insufferable—you’re right. You will not learn anything… except the looming and painful lesson of failure.

Well, you’ve probably ruled some things out. I’m no detective, but it probably wasn’t aliens or Taylor Swift. She’s very busy.

if you do not learn to defend yourself, you give power to your enemies. And with that power, they’ll make decisions on your behalf. You put your fate in the hands of others.

Because the world had decided that to be soft was to be weak, even though in Joan’s experience being soft and flexible was always more durable than being hard and brittle. Admitting you were afraid always took more guts than pretending you weren’t. Being willing to make a mistake got you further than never trying. The world had decided that to be fallible was weak. But we are all fallible. The strong ones are the ones who accept it.