What It’s Like to Be Broken is a soft, emotionally resonant, small-town romance about people who come to love, not whole but honest. Erin Page doesn’t rush healing here, she lets it unfold slowly, through conversations, shared silences, and the quiet kindness of being seen. Plot: Marrying my husband was the worst mistake of my…
I see myself slipping. Again. I picture a room—the last floor of my mind. It should be nourished, swept, kept free of cobwebs. The base, the foundation strong enough to hold a multi-storeyed apartment. And yet, it’s a dark room. The lights are always out, not because of the bulbs, but because the wiring is…
Dear Diary, If I quit beating around my feelings in metaphorical bullshit, would it count as creative non-fiction? If I lay bare my thoughts and feelings and just talk like a 40-year-old woman done with life, complaining over mimosa to no one in particular, bitching with satire about how her father screwed her up emotionally?…
They say writing is freedom. I’m still trying to believe that. Even now, as I work on the second draft of my thriller novel, I sometimes hold back. I grit my teeth and wrestle with myself on every page. It is taking a lot of unlearning to break that. I want to dive headlong into…
Now this book has my whole heart. Rewind It Back, the final instalment in the Windy City series, absolutely deserves the spotlight. This is second-chance romance done right: raw, real, and full of so much heart. The years of separation have changed them—matured them—but never managed to kill their feelings for each other. The yearning…
If you love thrillers that keep you guessing until the very last line—literally the last sentence—you need to read Alice Feeney. I’ve read three of her books now, and here’s the thing: people tend to be divided. You’ll either love how twisty they are, or you’ll think she goes too far. Personally? I’m a fan…
Some days, I forget how to be human. That’s when I need to touch grass—literally. Not poetically. Not ironically. Just to remember I have a body. Not in a soft-lit, aesthetic way, but in the desperate sense of needing to return to something real. Something alive. My brain short-circuits. My emotions scramble. I forget how…
File this under: books that held me hostage until I finished them in one sitting. The banter?? The humour??Miss Hazelwood, respectfully, how dare you. I picked this book up with zero expectations and somehow ended up grinning like an idiot, giggling into my pillow, and kicking my feet like I was the one falling in…
Fifth book in the King of Sin series, King of Envy has to be the perfect book in the series. I love it when Ana Huang writes morally grey men. A walking red flag? Well, I’m colourblind. He’s 6’5 and has a criminal history? Don’t have to tell me about it. I have my list…
There’s no concise way to respond to a book like The Book of Disquiet. It invites wandering and welcomes uncertainty—so this reflection does the same. The Book of Disquiet can feel slippery and confusing at first, especially because it doesn’t follow a traditional narrative. It’s more like a mosaic of moods, thoughts, and philosophical musings…