The idea is delightfully simple: for 30 days, you post once a day in response to a book-themed question. That’s it. No essays, no footnotes, no need to summon the ghost of Shakespeare, just honest answers, curious reflections, and maybe a few cheeky confessions about your reading habits. I have decided to take part this year, and since I picked a month with 31 days (I know it would have made more sense to use a 30 day one) I am using March 1st to explain what I am doing.
Each day brings a new prompt: favourite characters, memorable endings, guilty pleasures, and the books that made you weep, rage, or fall in love with the written word. It’s a gentle nudge to celebrate your literary life, one post at a time.
So why not give it a go? Dust off your bookshelf, sharpen your wit, and join the challenge. Thirty days. Thirty questions. One slightly eccentric bookworm’s journey through the pages.
DAY 2. – Favourite side character.
This one’s a tricky beast. So many books are brimming with brilliant supporting characters, those unsung heroes who steal scenes, deliver punchlines, and quietly hold the story together while the main protagonist hogs the glory. There are dozens I’d love to see get their own spin-off series. Bob the Skull from The Dresden Files, Othello from The Temple Chronicles, Gilmore from Critical Role… the list goes on.
But today, I’m choosing one standout companion: Oberon the Irish Wolfhound from The Iron Druid Chronicles.
Why? Because he’s a puppeh. That’s reason enough.
But also because he’s hysterical, loyal, and brave, everything you want in a sidekick, especially one who can communicate telepathically and wax lyrical about sausages. Oberon is Atticus O’Sullivan’s furry battle-buddy, comic relief, and emotional anchor rolled into one oversized, slobbery package. Whether they’re fleeing gods, fighting fae, or just trying to survive modern Arizona, Oberon is there with snark, heart, and a tail wag.
My favourite scene? Easy. Atticus’s shop gets raided, and Oberon, who’s been snoozing peacefully, is suddenly made invisible and told to stay hidden. Later, Atticus instructs him to sneak out without alerting the intruders. So what does our stealthy ninja pup do? He tiptoes through the chaos, telepathically declaring himself a master of disguise, a shadow in the night… while knocking over shelves, clattering into furniture, and causing a ruckus that would wake the dead. All while invisible. All while insisting he’s the very essence of stealth.
It’s pure joy. And it’s why Oberon deserves his own series. Or at least a novella. Or a podcast. Or a sausage-themed memoir.
