This spring, I began reading for pleasure again for the first time since fifth grade. What started out with picking up Leigh Bardugo’s Six of Crows on a whim after enjoying its Netflix adaptation, Shadow and Bone, blossomed into reading over fifty books. And in a year that has been particularly hard for me personally and hard for the outside world too, reading has provided a much-needed form of escapism.
It's the truth; I, a member of Gen Z, do not have TikTok. I know, I know, how could this possibly be true that a teenager would be able to function without the app? However, I have been able to manage--even through the aches and pains of standing on the sidelines while my friends do the renegade on a tiny screen.