The season has turned its first page as Autumn brings the changing colors of the trees and to our surprise, frost in October. We woke to silver lawns under the hush of October light. It is a fragile beauty carried by fairy's in the night getting the seasons ready for change. This is when the world remembers how to be quiet. I can finally pull out my sweaters without any guilt and get cozied up with a fabulous new book. I realized something recently, Time truly heals all wounds. I pride myself on being an honest invidual even when shit hits the fan. I am understanding and I am reflective. I take every lesson and make sure I do not repeat but I will raise my voice when something is wrong.
I have made mistakes like every human being on the planet. While someone doesn't have to accept an apology that's ok. We are taught that as kids right? To say we are sorry when we are wrong. But without changed behavior, the rules change as adults ESPECIALLY in business matters.  

I am still in the process of finding a job and went to unemployment finally. I may have a job lined up and I'm trying so hard not to be pushy but I really want it and I really want to work and take care of my family too. I got a verbal offer and expecting a written or typed letter through some app but behold technology issues are conflicting on my end. I gotta keep calling the place and letting them know please please please please please I am interested. <3
 

A hundred book reivews have been Written, reviewed, reflected upon. It feels almost like laying a hundred stones across a river, each one a thought, a feeling, a late-night note left to the future. Some of the review links are still getting polished because good things do take time to perfect. For the most part, the reviews are ready for reading. My little digital library is alive, and I couldn’t be prouder of how far it has come and Behold I am just shy a few days of payment for my site and the government may not open on the 15th :( WHY DOES LIFE DO THIS TO ME. Gotta figure out how to pay my site. 
 

It has been a labor of both love and obsession. Each book brought its own season. Some burned like July, others cooled like November. I have wandered through faerie courts and dystopian cities, traced spells in the margins of fantasy, and listened to the tender ache of poetry that could break your heart in three lines. What began as scattered notes and star ratings has become a sort of chronicle, my map of imagination across genres and moods.
 

There is something steadying about reviewing. It gives shape to memory, discipline to passion. To read is to listen; to review is to respond. I find that the more I write about what I have read, the more I understand not only the stories, but myself in them. That is the secret gift of this project, the slow unfolding of voice through the lens of anothers art.
 

Outside the world of books, the world itself feels a bit unsteady. The news of the government shutdown weighs heavily, especially for military families like ours. It is a strange kind of fear, one that mixes frustration with helplessness. The people who serve, who hold their breath through deployments and long nights, are often the first to feel the pinch when politics grinds to a halt. It is hard to explain to a child why the people who protect the country might go without pay, or why loyalty and sacrifice do not guarantee stability.
 

Still, we do what we have always done. We adapt. We hold our breath and carry on, the way military families have learned to do through uncertainty. I try to focus on the small certainties: the smell of frost in the morning, the comfort of stories waiting on my shelf, the act of building something steady out of words when the world feels unpredictable, and knowing we at least have some support in place with our mortgage company and bank etc.
 

And in the midst of all this, something bright has returned to my horizon. Wizards of Waverly Place—one of my all-time favorite Disney shows is back, and my inner child is practically glowing. I have been a Disney fan for as long as I can remember. From the castles and magic to the timeless stories that shaped my imagination, Disney has always been a kind of emotional home. Seeing Selena Gomez return to the world that started so much of her journey feels comforting, like a friend stepping back into a familiar spell. I adore her energy, her honesty, and the way she carries both nostalgia and growth with grace. I love her, truly and David Henrie is just great too.
 

It feels right that such news comes in autumn, a season made for rediscovery. Between the cold mornings and the job searches, I find myself curling up to rewatch old episodes, the laugh track echoing through the house like a warm memory. There’s something about revisiting those stories that makes the present a little softer, a little easier to face.
 

I hope when you visit my review page, you find something that calls to you. Whether it is a fantasy that wraps around your imagination or a contemporary novel that speaks some kind of truth, I want the page to feel like an open door on a crisp day, a place to wander, to discover, to breathe in stories that make the world richer.

So here is to October, to frost on the windowpanes, to unfinished links, to old magic made new again, and to work still in progress—both on the page and in life. It is a season for rebuilding, rereading, and reaching toward the next chapter, one word, one job application, one episode, and one story at a time.