...Did you smell smoke?
Lately, I realized I need a way to tell the difference between the books I’m reading for pure fun and the ones I’m reading for my book club. (Yes, I’m in a book club. Yes, it’s fantastic. Yes, there’s sweets involved.)
So I’ve decided to separate them the only way that makes sense to my slightly chaotic brain: fonts.
Book club reads? They get a clean, respectable sans serif font. Something like Arial or Verdana—neat, serious, maybe just a little too eager to be taken seriously. Like someone who irons their jeans.
Books I’m reading just for me? They’re in a loose, scribbly font that looks almost like handwriting. The kind of font that feels like it might spill tea and gossip with you. Casual. Relaxed. Possibly a little unhinged. Just like the way I read them.
Because if I’m going to obsessively categorize my reading habits, I’m going to do it with style.
