I have a story to tell. A blind confession of sorts. Not so long ago I railed against tropes done poorly, especially love triangles. At the time, I mentioned I’d witnessed an epic one, but that’s not my story to tell. What I didn’t say is that my college self was involved in quite the tangled web. There was he said and she said. There was manipulation and lies. There was crying and fighting. There was A likes B, and B likes A, and A likes C, and C likes A, but D likes C, and

What If It’s Me? I’ve asked myself that question over and over during the Great Reading Apocalypse of 2018. I’ve even considered that maybe I just didn’t love reading anymore, but I quickly squashed that thought. It isn’t possible for me to not love reading. Books are everything. As you may know, I’ve been waiting for a book to restore my faith in 2018. Despite the hype, What If It’s Us was not that book, but it was a solid book and one that brought me some joy. What If It’s