The Diary of a Wimpy Kid books were what got me into reading fiction

The name “hornero” literally means “oven-maker,” since their nests look like clay wood-fired ovens.

That theater’s absolutely beautiful. I go to Buenos Aires several times a year, yet I still haven’t been to the theater for anything but the tour.

I hate AI so much

The tears are already flowing by the first song

1 repost is 1 wish

Still working through the Stand. I’m also reading The Chicago Guide to Copyediting Fiction by Amy J. Schneider and The Translator’s Invisibility by Lawrence Verruti.

This is relatable

I think this is what we tend to call a “class traitor,” not a “class hero.”