Since the very first movie adaptations of a classic novel, many a bookish fan finds something to have a qualm about; X doesn’t look book accurate and Y isn’t like the author described. What if I told you that there are two sisters’ whose works have been adapted not one, not twice, but numerous times and still have yet to reach accuracy? Let’s talk about it.

Wigs on the floor diva! We celebrate PRIDE every month–we’re here we’re queer and we’re doing the absolute most. For those who may not know, “camp” is a beloved key term rooted in queer culture, originally born in the ballroom scene that also gave rise to RuPaul’s Drag Race. This listicle of "camp" fiction picks is for those who love their unhinged lit with a little extra glitter !

The Queer stories that we read and love shouldn’t just be about young queer lives! There are stories about queer people that start a bit later on in life and these stories should be celebrated too. Here are some books that are centred around older queer people, their experiences and how they made me think and feel.

The Devil Wears Clergy Robes is a listicle for the girls, gays, and theys who left the church, kept the gay, and maybe a little guilt. This fiction lineup is soaked in sapphic longing, religious trauma, and just the right amount of emotional damage to keep things interesting.

Let's talk about mouthwatering fiction! Learn how different writers have used food in their books, either for comfort, cultural signifiers or as a way to go back home.

Happy May! Asian-American and Native Hawaiian/Pacific Islander (AANHPI) Month is finally here! 31 days to celebrate the accomplishments and cultures of thousands of Asian Americans and Native Hawaiians/Pacific Islanders - such a vast spread of diversity, and all in one month. Here’s a list of eight of my favorite books by AANHPI authors to read this month, or whenever! 

Welcome to Manic Pixie Moms, where the girls who once romanticized dysfunction now face the raw, unfiltered reality of motherhood. Think less Nancy Meyers kitchen and more a blurry montage of spit-up, intrusive thoughts, and half-finished identity crises.

The women in these books didn’t plan for motherhood—they stumbled into it, got dragged into it, or said yes and immediately regretted it. They’re not glowing. They’re unraveling, one existential crisis at a time.

If you’ve ever breastfed while spiraling, disassociated during a diaper change, or fantasized about ghosting your own family—these books get it.