holiday reading
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There’s something about the final stretch before Christmas that makes my reading mood extremely specific. This is not the time for emotional devastation, sprawling epics, or books that require a flowchart. This is the season of vibes. Of comfort. Of familiar tropes that feel like slipping into a favorite sweater. So today, I’m leaning fully
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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 