the blueprint of an obsession

why are we constantly chasing that specific, addictive psychological thriller that keeps us up until 3am? tonight i’m throwing it all the way back to the beginning… an exploration of where the obsession actually started. looking at how i went from wholesome childhood stories straight to the exact sidney sheldon books that ruined regular fiction for me forever (and a necessary rant about the sequels that tried to ruin his legacy). it’s raw, it’s a little clunky, and it’s the literal blueprint of how my reading taste was formed.grab a cup of coffee, sit back and enjoy! 🫶