I used to be an avid bookworm as a child and well into my teen years. But somewhere in college, my love for reading fizzled out. Books became something I had to read for classes, not something I picked up for fun.
I briefly rekindled that spark when I commuted to work as a health care aide and borrowed audiobooks from the library. But after that, life took over—kids happened, and reading simply fell off my radar. Even when I did think about it, I found it hard to focus long enough to really get into a book.
I’d often see my husband reading before bed, and more than once he suggested I give it another try. I always brushed it off.
Then, at the end of 2023, I decided to try my first digital audiobook—and it just took off from there.
By 2024, I was truly hooked. I ended the year having read 48 books—something I never imagined I could do.
This year, in 2025, I set an even bigger goal: 100 books. So far, I’ve finished 68. There have been some slower months, but I’m determined to keep going.
Most of my books are audiobooks, and honestly, they just make sense for me. I’m busy, so being able to listen while I’m at the gym, on a walk, or doing housework makes it easy to fit stories into my life. I’ve read a few physical books too, but audio is definitely my main format.
As for genres, I read a mix of fiction and nonfiction. For a while, I was on a thriller streak—devouring quite a few of Freida McFadden’s books—but eventually I needed a break from that intensity.
Reading has become both my escape and a form of healing. Three years ago, I lost a close friendship, and it hasn’t been an easy journey. Books give me a place to go when I need to step away from my own thoughts. Sometimes I even feel like I know the characters the way I’d know a friend.
I’ll share more of my favorite reads in a future post, but for now, I can say this: rediscovering books has been a grand adventure—one I’m so glad I decided to take again.
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