About

To say I love reading would be an understatement: A defining moment in my life was when my mother gave me her nonfiction cards for the “grown-ups” library.

I spent my adolescence voraciously absorbing the esoteric and humanities stacks before reading psychology and anthropology at university. After that, I engaged in research and teaching methodology and later edited the works of academics, postgraduate students, and nonfiction writers.

As I approach my “golden years,” I see how many writers self-publishing their “slivers of truth” have difficulty gathering reviews. The rule seems to be that the higher the number of reviews, the more books sell (at least according to a YouTuber), and a writer has to have hundreds of reviews to catch the algorithm’s spiral.