Totally. It's almost like dividing my life itself into chapters based on what I was reading at that moment. For most of my books I can remember at least a tiny snippet of what life was like during that time, and it's cool to have an anchor to those memories. Like The Amityville Horror was the summer before starting community college when I had moved in with my dad. The Black History of the White House takes me back to my last weekend off before going to San Francisco and the nice walk we took that warm cloudy day, as well as the afternoon a week later reading all day in the hotel room while my girlfriend got tattooed. Mad Cowboy is a sunny afternoon in 2021 after a long bike ride. Ghostland is the pure bliss of my first apartment living alone, staying up late into the night reading about the history of cemeteries and sitting out on the porch on the weekend feeling so incredibly peaceful.