I used to think I didn’t have time to read. Then I actually looked at my mornings and realized the first thing I did every day, before I was even fully awake, was reach for my phone. Not for anything urgent. Just the reflex. So I swapped the reflex: phone stays put, book comes out…
Someone in my group chat asks “where do I even start with Emily Henry” at least once a year, and every time, four different people give four different answers with the same amount of conviction. That’s the actual sign of a good backlist. Not that everyone agrees on the best book, but that everyone’s willing…
By the first week of July, my TBR pile has stopped being a to-do list and started being a mood board. Every stack of paperbacks on my nightstand right now is basically a personality test: the emotional-honeymoon-with-your-best-friend book, the storm-chasing-frenemies book, the fake-engagement-with-a-disaster-himbo book. Summer romance books 2026 have shown up in full force this…