This year of reading was less about chasing hype and more about following vibes. I read what felt right in the moment—comfort reads when I was tired, mysteries when I needed distraction, sci-fi when I wanted hope, and quiet, emotional books when I wanted to feel something deeply.
There were books I flew through in a weekend and books I took my time with. Some made me laugh out loud, some emotionally destroyed me (in a fun way), and some surprised me by becoming favorites when I wasn’t expecting it. Not every book was a five-star read, but almost every one added something to my year.
Looking back, a lot of my reads had the same themes: found family, grief, love that’s a little messy, and people trying to figure out who they are after everything changes. Basically—feelings. Lots of feelings.
Reading this year felt comforting, grounding, and very “me.” It reminded me that reading doesn’t have to be productive or impressive to matter. Sometimes it’s just about finding the right story at the right time.








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