Confessions of a bad reader

Or why I love to start at the end. The reading mistakes and rules to break that won't get shared along with a TBR pile... but make the whole thing much more enjoyable

Bon jour mes amis! As you can surely tell, I’ve been in Paris on a work trip (but can I call it that when it involved a dinner and a party? And reams of incredibly chic Parisians, that inspired me off to sort myself out in Maje before my Eurostar. More on all that soon). Which is why this newsletter is un peu tard, je suis désolée.

By now, you may have seen a lot of people sharing their Substack Summer posts, which sum up what they’ve been reading. If not, they’re round-ups of all sorts about how and what you read. Which I love. For example:

📜 I scrolled 796 meters in Notes

Almost like swimming lengths, but surely more enjoyable. And of course, if curious, you can see your own summer recap in the Substack app:

It is just another reminder of how reading is a public, even social, act once more, with TBR piles stacked high on Instagram, Lit Girls abounding, and literary-focused events all over the place (see said trip to Paris, while an evening with Jilly Cooper is the most ring-fenced even…