Read

The last few years living in London, while navigating a career outside the constraints (and safety) of a conventional corporate framework, have gifted me with countless fleeting moments between projects and commutes. These brief interludes are spent exploring murky streets, sunny (but often cloudy) museum steps, parks, and cafés. During these times, no matter where I am, you can find me with a generous amount of lip gloss and at least one paperback nestled deep in my bag, alongside old receipts, half-lost earrings, and stray pencils.

Although I have always had a deep affection for reading, it has become a crucial source of comfort in this sprawling metropolis. With only a handful of familiar faces amidst a sea of people, literature has evolved into more than just a pastime; it has become a steadfast companion and a comforting presence amidst isolation.

Books offer a connection and grounding that extends beyond any narrative or thought-provoking analysis. They provide a retreat from London’s relentless pace and a bridge to a quieter, introspective world. Reading has become solace, offering both a connection to the broader world and a personal refuge.

In this section, I will explore how literature has provided me with consolation and a sense of continuity, and I will also share some seasonal book recommendations.