puddlejumpers and f-302s

(or: how I stopped trying to be a serious reviewer and started having a good time)

So… I’ve accidentally fallen back into Bookstagram.

Not in a strategy kind of way. Not with spreadsheets or goals or carefully timed posts. Just in a “I was messing around with Canva one evening and made a cute graphic, and then another, and then suddenly it had been six weeks and I’d somehow rejoined booksta?” kind of way.

It’s been weirdly lovely.

I didn’t start with a plan. I still don’t have one. But somewhere between experimenting with templates, playing with fonts, and figuring out what felt like me, I started noticing a little style creeping in. A colour palette here. A favourite font combo there. A vibe. It’s still evolving (and I love that), but it’s been surprisingly grounding to watch it slowly take shape.

And the biggest shift? I’ve stopped worrying about reading the “right” books. No more pressure to keep up with the latest releases or write reviews that sound a certain way. I’m just reading what I actually want to read. Posting when I actually have something to say. Ditching the mental checklist and leaning into the messier, softer side of bookish life.

It’s not perfect. It’s not polished. But it’s fun. And that’s something I didn’t realise I’d been missing.

Booksta, but make it cozy chaos. Honestly? I’m kind of into it.