holiday reads
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The Sunday before Christmas exists in a strange little pocket of time. The house smells faintly of pine and tape adhesive. There are lists everywhere. Someone needs something last-minute. Someone else is already tired. And somehow, in between wrapping paper explosions and calendar alerts, you still want to read. This is not the time for
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Thereās 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, Iām leaning fully
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Thereās something magical about a good holiday tableāfood piled high, laughter drifting through the air, and the right mix of personalities to keep things memorable. And since Thanksgiving week is the perfect moment to daydream about gatherings (real or imaginary), I couldnāt resist asking the question: If I could invite any fictional characters to my
literary gluttony 