Most moms did not sit around in 2020, hoping for something to fill our downtime. We didn’t have a chance to wallow in boredom when restaurants closed. In this pandemic, parenting is the unpaid essential work that seemed to multiply tenfold. So, “Grateful for having all this time to read” doesn’t really describe how my stack of books grew so high. I read out of near mania; I couldn’t not read in 2020. I am grateful for the writers who brought a dish to my literary potluck, in a particularly hungry year.