Reading is my love language Some days feel better in silence just me a warm blanket and the rustle of pages Books follow me everywhere soft mornings with sunlight on the wall caf s full of strangers nights under layers of pillows or quiet park corners with purring company From Dostoevsky to fantasy love stories every story leaves a mark just like every touch Reading isn t an escape it s a way to feel more Deeper Softer Realer And maybe dream of a reader who sees more than just the cover Which book would you recommend me next Or should I read something steamier