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 10. – A book you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving.

These questions are turning out to be far trickier than expected, either because I’m hopelessly indecisive or because I read an absurd number of books every year and end up loving most of them. Probably both. But after some internal wrestling, I’m going to give the honour to Coming in Hot by Deany Ray, the first book in the Piper Harris series.

I originally picked it up for a very practical reason: reconnaissance on behalf of my mother. She also devours books at a frankly alarming rate, and I’m always on the lookout for new series to feed her habit. I’d seen an advert for this one, a biker girl and her biker grandmother, both former members of an outlaw motorcycle club, forced into Witness Protection and unceremoniously relocated to a retirement community in Florida. Naturally, once there, they can’t help but stumble into murder after murder while trying to keep a low profile. It sounded like the sort of chaos she’d enjoy.

What I didn’t expect was how funny the book would be. The characters were sharp, warm, and wonderfully eccentric, and the whole thing had a rhythm that made it impossible to put down. I picked it up “just to check,” and suddenly I was three books deep, then five, then the entire series was gone in a blur of caffeine and poor life choices.

Now I’m stuck waiting for the next instalment like a Victorian child waiting for the next chapter of Dickens to be delivered by horse. God darn it, Deany, write faster!