I read around 100 books a year, and if you asked me to summarize all of them by December, I'd probably struggle. What I do remember is how they made me feel. The book that comforted me during a stressful week. The romance that had me grinning at midnight. The fantasy world I couldn't stop thinking about. Somewhere along the way, reading became something we're expected to analyze and remember. But what if it's okay to read simply for the vibes? Maybe books are meant to be felt

I read 122 books in 2025, and looking back at my favorites, I realized they had more in common than dragons, magic, or romance. They all gave me the same feeling. This year taught me that my reading personality isn't defined by genre alone. It's shaped by immersive worlds, emotionally complex characters, and stories that stay with me long after I turn the final page. Here's what my bookshelf revealed about the kind of reader I've become.

For the longest time, I thought self-care meant blocking off an entire day. Spa robes, face masks, maybe even a little solo getaway if I was lucky. And while I still love those big, indulgent moments, I have learned that the real magic is in the little things I do every day.

My purse has always been more than just a bag. It is a little extension of me. The style might change depending on my outfit or the season, but the contents always carry a mix of practicality and personality. Over the years, I have learned that it is not about cramming in every “just in case” item (though I have definitely been guilty of that before). It is about keeping small, intentional things that make me feel elegant no matter where I am.