You know the one – the dog-eared paperback you hide when friends visit, but you’ve re-read it three times since January.
Confess:
Drop the exact title + one sentence on why your 2025 brain still craves it.
(No judgment — we’re all guilty)
Mine: “Twilight” – the volcanic angst + zero stakes = my annual hate-read comfort food.
by ApprehensiveWash1391