winter reads
-
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
-
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
-
There’s something enchanting about the way winter asks us to slow down. The world goes quiet, the air gets sharp, and suddenly the most irresistible thing in the universe is a warm blanket, a glowing lamp, and a story that feels like comfort itself. This week, we’re serving up three beautifully cozy winter reads—books that
literary gluttony 