Weird Girl Lit, Springaween, and the Horror of Finally Becoming Yourself
I did not plan to make spring spooky. Spring is usually marketed as the season of blooming flowers, pastel colors, iced coffee walks, and pretending we are all emotionally reborn because the sun came out for five minutes. But my Spring 2026 reading life had other plans. Somewhere between Cackle by Rachel Harrison, The Eyes…






