literary gluttony
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Thereâs something about late November that makes every story feel a little richer, a little warmer, a little more indulgentâlike the narrative equivalent of a full Thanksgiving spread. So today, Iâm serving up a plate of books that deserve to be savored slowly, ideally with something warm in your mug and absolutely no guilt about…
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Some Wednesdays demand structure. Others demand caffeine.This one? It demanded chaosâbookish chaos, specificallyâso welcome to Wildcard Wednesday, where I follow whatever curiosity grabs me by the collar and drags me into the stacks. Todayâs wildcard obsession: Books that feel like theyâre whispering, âJust one more chapterâŚâ even when you know theyâre about to emotionally suplex…
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Mondays always make me wish I could step sideways out of the presentâpause the inbox, skip the errands, slip into a pocket of time where everything feels suspended. Conveniently, my current read is doing exactly that for me. Iâve been wandering through the jittery, neon-washed world of 11/22/63 by Stephen King, and let me tell…
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Thereâs a peculiar kind of emptiness that comes after finishing a book that truly gets under your skin. Not the âwhat should I read next?â kind of lull, but something quieterâan ache that feels suspiciously like missing someone you used to know. You close the cover, still half-living in the storyâs world. You keep glancing…
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Thereâs a certain guilt that comes with closing a book halfway through, isnât there? That quiet whisper of âmaybe it gets betterâ echoing in the back of your mind. For years, I treated every book like a personal promise â once I started, I had to see it through. No matter how slow, how dry,…
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âď¸âď¸âď¸â¨ (3.5 stars) If the first Dungeon Crawler Carl was a chaotic banquet of absurdity and adrenaline, Carlâs Doomsday Scenario feels like the morning-after buffetâstill satisfying, still wild, but a bit slower to refill the trays. Dinniman continues his unhinged blend of humor, brutality, and heart, throwing Carl and his cat companion back into the…
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Some stories refuse to fade. They echo through centuries, reshaped and reborn in new hands, whispering the same truths in different tongues. Myth and legend are more than history â theyâre hunger. Theyâre the spark in our bones reminding us that weâve always needed stories bigger than ourselves. This weekâs Mythic Monday is for those…
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The jack-oâ-lanterns grin like they know something you donât. The night hums low and restless, the kind of October darkness that feels alive. It prowls between the porch lights, curls around doorframes, and presses against your window like it wants in. This is when the thrillers taste best â when fear has flavor, and every…
literary gluttony 