An Autobiography

  • Peter: [looking around] Where's Wade?
  • Tony: Somewhere disappointing Jesus.
book asks!


1. Libraries or bookstores?

2. Hardcover or paperback?

3. Hard copies or ereaders?

4. Bookmarks or dogears?

5. New books or worn books?


1. Genre?

2. Author?

3. Series?

4. Individual book?

5. Classic book?


1. Favorite time of day to read?

2. Favorite place to read?

3. Silence or background noise?

4. Preferred weather for reading?

5. Favorite reading-time snack?


1. Favorite childhood book?

2. Currently reading?

3. Book you want to read most?

4. Reading goals?

5. Book you could read forever?


1. Worst book you’ve read?

2. Book you couldn’t even finish?

3. Book you didn’t understand?

4. Most overrated book?

5. Problematic book?

AESTHETIC: (feel free to include pictures!)

1. Prettiest cover?

2. Best illustrations?

3. Favorite map in a book?

4. Best overall book aesthetic?

5. Ugliest book?


1. Scariest book?

2. Best fantasy world?

3. Funniest book?

4. Saddest book?

5. Book you would never want to read?


1. Character you wish to be friends with?

2. Favorite antagonist?

3. Favorite protag?

4. Favorite supporting?

5. Most-hated character?

On my best days I’m a 5-7am workout. I’m a protein shake for breakfast and a styled head of hair out the door on time for work. On my best days I am patient and graceful and loving when with the baby I nanny. I am sliced turkey and carrots for lunch. I am bubbling over with joy and overflowing with confidence. On my best days I am kind and welcoming to those dear to me and those far from me. I am a washed and toned face before bed with my workout clothes picked out for the next morning.

On my worst days I am a ragged bed head continually hitting snooze while convincing myself it’s okay to skip the gym today. I’m a bowl of lucky charms for breakfast and a burrito bowl for lunch. I am a head thrown back and an anguished sigh of frustration when I can’t calm the cries of the baby I nanny. On my worst days I left Netflix be the entertainer while I am a detached and numbed nanny. I am an afternoon ice cream cone because it’s been a hard day. On my worst days I’m a dirty body climbing into bed and scrolling mindlessly through social media instead of spending time with Jesus.

Most weeks the worst me is present more than the best me. But the thing I forget so easily is that Jesus loves me the best on the worst days and loves me the best on the best days. His love doesn’t depend on my mood - thank the good Lord for that - and it doesn’t depend on my attitude. His grace and mercy is there each new day - even if it’s not my best day.
And every day I’m thankful for that.

-31Women (Emma)