The app of the books. It tracks the books you read—that’s it, that’s the thing.
It's for the “I didn't know you read” people. The ones who finish a book at 2am and don't have a word for why it wrecked them, just that they want another one like it. Not the Readers. The readers. The people who aren't trapping anyone at a party to explain what prose means—they might not even know what prose means, and that's completely fine, we don't care.
It celebrates all of it. The ones you finished. The ones you bailed on at page 47 and never went back to—that's a valid read, actually. You used to think you had to finish what you started. You don't. That's kind of a big deal and you deserve a badge for figuring it out. And at the end of the year you get to see the whole stack. Every book you touched. The ones that wrecked you, the ones that didn't make the cut, the ones you read in a weekend because you physically could not stop. That pile is yours. We kept count.
Near-black and electric cyan, like a live dungeon feed. Deep ink holds the room quiet; the bright accents are the part you can’t look away from.