february reads
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This month’s reading plans feel less like a strict TBR and more like a loose agreement I made with myself while fully aware I might break it. The vibes are all over the place, the emotional range is questionable, and honestly? That’s exactly how I like it. Rather than locking myself into an impossible list,
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At the start of every month, I convince myself I know what kind of reader I’m about to be. I set intentions. I picture certain moods. I tell myself I’m ready for a very specific vibe—usually something immersive but manageable, emotional but not completely consuming. A book I can sink into without it dragging me
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February always feels like a pause more than a push. The chaos of January has burned itself out, but spring is still a distant promise. Winter hasn’t loosened its grip yet, and honestly? I don’t want it to. This is the month where I lean harder into mood reading—where I stop pretending I want anything
literary gluttony 