DAY 75: 2FISH Since reading Howl and Picnic, Lightning, I’ve been in the mood for poetry. Jhené Aiko is one of my favorite artists and although her lines more lyrical than literary-with-a-capital-L, this little collection was a lovely read. DAY 76: LETTERS TO MILENA To this day, diaries and personal letters are my favorite genres to read; they’re a literal peek into the writer’s innermost workings, an intimate unveiling of their stream of consciousness. Franz Kafka’s letters to his translator Milena Jesenská, are said to expose his truest self. They begin as business communications but quickly evolve into a “passionate but doomed epistolary love affair”—and what is more revealing than the dogged pursuit of an impossible love? DAY 77: I FEEL BAD ABOUT MY NECK (AND OTHER THOUGHTS ON BEING A WOMAN) Like most millennial women, I adore Nora Ephron (but somehow believe that my relationship with her is special—unique, even—which I know is a figment of ego and imagination). I Feel Bad About My Neck is just as cheeky as it is honest. A favorite passage had uncanny foresight to the first two months of quarantine: “Meanwhile, we all began to cook in a wildly neurotic and competitive way. We were looking for applause, we…