A Year in Reading: Maisy Card

I knew this year was destined to be one filled with anxiety even before the pandemic began, but of course I had no idea how intense it would be or how long it would last. In March, my first novel was slated to be released. I convinced myself that I had less than three months to conquer a lifelong fear of public speaking. I was overwhelmed with imposter syndrome and what felt like a sea of the unknowable looming in front of me. My only goal in picking books to read was to find complete and total distraction. I didn’t want to think about myself at all. I didn’t want to think about the author either, and notice their machinations behind the by and