A nine-year-old Oskar Schell steers New York City on a quest to find the secrets of a mysterious key and its connection to his father, who died in the collapse of the World Trade Center on 09/11. Since his father’s death, Oskar struggles with insomnia, panic attacks, and depression. He often describes the feeling of depression as wearing heavy boots and deals with this by giving himself bruises. Read more
On average, I read about 50 books a year. If I were to live another 42 years, the age I am now, it would mean that I would still have the chance to read another 2100 books. The perspective of a limited number of books I could read instantly gives me anxiety 🙂 Hence the dilemma of whether to give a chance to a book I started reading, which after the first few pages does not arouse my imagination or abandon it at the expense of another book, hopefully better. Read more
Every year I write down in a notebook with the Little Prince on the cover all the books I read during that year. Usually, I mark with a heart and the letter J the books I would like my child to read later. I have most of the time a list of books I wanna read. It’s a never-ending list since I remove two-three books and add five more back 🙂 It is clear to me that I will die with an unfinished list of books to read. Half-year is gone already, so I thought I’d make a list with the books I liked the most from all I’ve read so far this year. The order is random. Read more
I was reading The Goldfinch with such eagerness! In the beginning, I had doubts that I will read the book till the end (the book published by Litera has 1108 pages!), but the small painting’s story really captivated me, it’s that kind of book which will not let you sleep, eat or do anything else than reading. I’ve finished the book in almost two weeks. The book was realized in 2013, is the third novel written by Donna Tartt and was awarded Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 2014. Read more
I’m in the middle of a book about marriage—borrowed from a friend, like many of life’s biggest questions. Marriage has always stirred something in me. Not just curiosity, but a kind of restless wonder. Among all the existential questions that occasionally camp out in my mind, a few wear wedding rings.
I still remember a moment from my teenage years—one of those imprints that time doesn’t blur. My mother, with her unshakable realism, said to me: “Every marriage looks perfect from the outside. But once you’re inside, there’s no guarantee that your home will ever feel truly peaceful again. Arguments creep in when you least expect them—usually over children or money.”
At the time, I didn’t fully understand what she meant. Now, it echoes louder with each page I turn. Marriage isn’t just about love. It’s about negotiations, mismatched expectations, and figuring out how two people can keep choosing each other through chaos and calm.
And I keep reading… trying to make sense of the mystery.
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