For a long while before the blog, I reviewed all over the place. It wasn’t until much, much later that I kind of found my voice as it is today and went all in on book blogging. This little trip down memory lane reminds me of how much I used to agonize over what I wrote, instead of just putting energy into being my authentic self. None of these reviews even seem like me now, except for the Gabaldon. The review simply reads, “Oh, the boobage.” I stand by that.