literary gluttony

Some weeks are for thoughtful reviews and carefully articulated opinions. This was not one of those weeks.

This week was powered by caffeine, vibes, questionable sleep, and the kind of reading thoughts that hit you at 11:47 p.m. when you should be sleeping but are instead staring at the ceiling thinking about fictional people.

So here they are—unfiltered, slightly chaotic, and painfully relatable.

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1. Why Is Every Book Either Perfect or a Personal Attack?

There is no in-between. Either I’m underlining every other sentence and whispering “who gave you permission to know me like this,” or I’m glaring at the pages like the author owes me money.

This week leaned… aggressive.

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2. One Bad Chapter Can Ruin My Entire Mood

I could read 200 pages of brilliance, hit one off chapter, and suddenly I’m pacing my house like I’ve been betrayed. I am emotionally fragile and books know it.

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3. The Vibes Must Be Right or I Simply Will Not Read

Wrong lighting? No reading. Wrong playlist? Absolutely not. Slightly uncomfortable seating? The book is doomed.

Reading is a lifestyle choice, not a casual activity.

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4. I Will Forgive Almost Anything If the Book Has ✨Atmosphere✨

Plot holes? Perhaps. Questionable decisions? Certainly.

But if the setting is immersive and the tone is immaculate, I will simply look the other way and vibe.

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5. Some Books Are Not “Bad,” They’re Just Not Right Now

This week reminded me that timing matters. A book can be beautifully written and still feel like trying to have a deep conversation when your brain wants memes.

Not every book is a failure—sometimes it’s just a mismatch.

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6. I Am Emotionally Attached to Books I Haven’t Even Read Yet

I will defend them. I will hype them. I will rearrange my TBR for them.

They live rent-free in my mind based on vibes alone.

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7. Reading Slumps Are Just Burnout in a Trench Coat

When I stop enjoying reading, it’s usually my brain asking for rest, comfort, or something familiar—not a new 600-page epic that demands emotional labor.

This realization did not stop me from trying anyway.

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8. I Judge Books by How They Make Me Want to Read

Did it make me want to curl up and disappear for hours? Did it make me want to fling it across the room?

Both reactions are valid. Indifference is the real enemy.

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9. I Will Always Choose the Book That Matches My Mood Over the One I “Should” Read

Deadlines mean nothing when the soul craves chaos, comfort, or emotional devastation.

I don’t make the rules.

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10. I Love Reading Because It’s a Little Unhinged

The overthinking. The emotional spirals. The attachment to fictional lives. The way books shape weeks, moods, and identities.

It’s messy and dramatic and deeply comforting—and honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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What unhinged bookish thoughts haunted your week? Let me know—I know I’m not alone in this.