literary gluttony

There’s something quietly hopeful about the start of a new reading year. Not because everything suddenly resets or becomes better overnight—but because it offers space. Space to read differently. Space to loosen expectations. Space to follow curiosity instead of checklists.

This year, I’m not chasing numbers. I’m chasing connection.

I want books that linger. Stories that make me pause mid-page just to sit with a feeling. I want to read slowly when I need to, abandon books without guilt, and reread old favorites simply because they feel like home. I want my reading life to feel expansive instead of demanding.

If last year taught me anything, it’s that my best reading moments happened when I stopped forcing myself into someone else’s version of a “good reader.” So this year, I’m leaning into instinct. Mood reading. Genre hopping. Letting a single line or cover pull me in without overthinking it.

Here on Literary Gluttony, that means things might look a little softer—and a little more honest.

You’ll still find book recommendations, reviews, and reading prompts, but with more room for reflection and less pressure to perform. I’ll be sharing books that comfort me, challenge me, frustrate me, and refuse to let go. Expect seasonal reading moods, gentle reading check-ins, and permission-giving posts for anyone who needs to hear that it’s okay to read however works for you.

Most of all, I want this space to feel like a place you can land. Somewhere you can talk about books without competition, guilt, or the need to prove anything. A reminder that reading doesn’t have to be optimized—it just has to be meaningful.

So welcome to my reading year. If you’re here for slow reads, chaotic TBRs, comfort books, and stories that leave a mark—you’re exactly where you belong.

Tell me: what kind of reading year are you hoping for?