When I was ten, I had at least two dozen Fear Street books categorized alphabetically at the foot of my bed. Two decades later, my miniature apartment is home to an ever-expanding collection of
cats literature (in whose definition I include things like the Twilight series), which has taken over two full-size bookshelves, encroached on my above-cabinet kitchen storage and, as of late, manifested itself in floor piles. Hey, the first step is admitting you have a problem.
Sorry Television is an attempt to temper my otherwise limitless appetite for TV and work through those books, plus the ones I keep acquiring. It’s sort of like an unwinnable carnival game, except with nonstop winning because reading is my jam.
When not developing hardcover-related wrist cramps, I’m the editor of Quartz‘s Talent Lab, an incubator for finding/collaborating with/hiring great journalists around the world. You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org and/or visit kirabindrim.com.