Obsessed? Nah!
Properly, unhingedly, irreversibly feral for fiction?
Yeah. That’s more accurate.
They told me I was too obsessed with books.
They were wrong.
Or right.
(Seriously—stop talking to my therapist.)
Why You Need to Join BookShook.
I don’t just read stories—I let them consume my soul and rewrite my DNA.
I’ve been betrayed by plot twists.
I’ve grieved fictional deaths harder than real ones.
I’ve whispered threats at authors under my breath. (And out loud. And via strongly worded emails.)
I’ve giggled at romances.
Raged at villains.
Spiraled into existential despair over a single perfect line of dialogue.
I have been BOOKSHOOK.
And if you’re here?
So have you.
BookShook is your new literary home—chaotic recs, painfully relatable rants, and weekly emails you'll actually crave reading.
📬 What You’ll Get (If You’re Brave Enough)
Because you don’t just read books—you feel them in your bones.
Every week, you’ll get:
Unhinged book recs – the kind that destroy your sleep schedule
Painfully relatable rants– because therapy is expensive
Helium-level giggles + fictional despair– sometimes in the same paragraph
📬 WARNING:
This is not a normal newsletter.
This is ritualized inbox carnage for the emotionally wrecked, fiction-obsessed, and plot-twist-betrayed.
(We promise not to send anything boring. Or sane.)