Musings of a reading addict

So, you’ve stumbled onto this blog. Hi. Hello. Nice to meet you.

The person behind this corner of the internet is someone who, quite simply, cannot stop reading. She’s never actually tried, mind you — but she’s fairly certain that even if she did, it would end in spectacular failure. And not only does she devour books like snacks at 2AM, but she also suffers from a chronic urge to talk (a lot) about said books to anyone willing to lend an ear — or an eyeball.

She did try to keep that part to herself. It didn’t work.

Now, don’t expect a neatly labeled shelf here. No favorite genre, no singular niche. This blog is more of a hearty chowder — emphasis on hearty — full of unexpected ingredients, flavors, and probably at least one literary crustacean. She just hopes it’ll hit the spot for at least a few of you.

What you can expect? Unfiltered, honest reflections. Not reviews tailored to trends, but real thoughts shaped by experience, perspective, and the occasional mood swing. This blog is also a safe space — for thinking, questioning, learning, unlearning, and saying “wait, I’ve changed my mind.” Because guess what? Nobody was born clutching the Encyclopaedia Britannica in one hand and Crime and Punishment in the other — no matter what social media might suggest.

Different opinions are not just accepted — they’re encouraged. Literature is big enough to hold multitudes. So if you’re the kind of person who enjoys wandering through messy, honest, ever-changing conversations about books, you might just feel at home here.

That’s all you need to know for now. Stick around and see where this goes. She has no idea either — but something tells her it could turn into something beautiful.