In the midst of two non-stop years of plowing through graduate school, I recently did something wild. After my latest semester of classes wrapped, I got a book from the library — and I read for pleasure. A fun book. A book I didn't have to cite, study or even really understand. It was amazing.
In my literary bliss, I recognized the giddy feeling my college-aged daughters experience as they joyfully devour fiction while discovering authors and entire genres through TikTok. Books and food go together like Proust and madelines or Maurice Sendak and chicken soup with rice. And so, in a literary mood one morning at the farmer's market, I picked up some green tomatoes and did what I knew I had to do.
