My relationship with books has long since passed the "it’s complicated" phase and moved straight into "inseparable" 📚 I’m convinced that if I don’t read at least a few pages of a novel before bed, my brain simply won’t grant me a license to sleep 🌙

Sometimes I get so caught up in a detective story that the birds start chirping outside, and I’m still there trying to figure out if the gardener actually did it 🕵️‍♀️ I must have been a library ghost in a past life, still terrified of missing a good plot twist 👻

My ideal evening involves a cozy blanket and that sacred promise to myself: "Just one more chapter!", which I then proceed to break five minutes later ☕️ Reading isn’t just a hobby for me; it’s my personal way of switching off reality and plugging into the magic ✨