reading snacks
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There’s something sacred about Sundays—the air feels softer, time stretches just a little, and we finally give ourselves permission to breathe. It’s the perfect day to let magic slip in quietly, like sunlight through a windowpane. And few books embody that kind of tender enchantment better than The House in the Cerulean Sea by T.
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Let’s be honest: reading about people getting “gleaned” in a disturbingly organized dystopia doesn’t exactly pair well with, say, spaghetti and meatballs. (Too much red. You get it.) But just because Scythe is morally heavy doesn’t mean your snack game has to be. If anything, the world of the Thunderhead deserves a carefully curated menu—something
literary gluttony 