bookish life
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Not every book belongs to a weekday. Some stories feel wrong to start in ten stolen minutes before bed. Others deserve more than a distracted brain and a looming to-do list. Over time, I’ve realized there are books I instinctively save—not because they’re difficult or precious, but because they ask for a different kind of…
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There’s a strange quiet that settles in between the holidays—a pause that doesn’t quite belong to the year you’re leaving or the one you’re about to enter. The rush of December softens, expectations loosen, and time starts to feel a little less rigid. It’s an in-between space, and reading often changes shape right along with…
literary gluttony 