reader reflections
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There’s something quietly hopeful about the start of a new reading year. Not because everything suddenly resets or becomes better overnight—but because it offers space. Space to read differently. Space to loosen expectations. Space to follow curiosity instead of checklists. This year, I’m not chasing numbers. I’m chasing connection. I want books that linger. Stories
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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 