I didn’t just start reading — I escaped into it. As a quiet child, books gave me what the real world sometimes didn’t: adventure, magic, and a place to belong. Fantasy and fiction became my favorite places to hide, and slowly, those stories became part of who I am.

Eventually, I started annotating. It began with underlining quotes, then came tabs, highlighters, and scribbled thoughts in the margins. And yes, I match my tabs and highlighters to the book covers. Always. There’s something really special about honoring the vibe of a book with colors that reflect it — like dressing up for the story's mood. Over the years, my collection of stationery has exploded. I used to have one or two sticky tabs… now I have entire shades. Pastels, neons, muted tones, metallics — a rainbow of emotion ready to be pressed into pages.

My bookshelf isn’t just full of stories. It holds laughter, heartbreak, magic, and little notes that say: “I was here. I felt this.”

It’s messy. It’s colorful. It’s a little bit magical.
And it’s mine.