How many books have you read last year?
2025 swept by in a blur of responsibilities, deadlines, and endless to-do lists, leaving little room for the quiet joy of turning pages. Yet, beneath the rush, I carried a longing to read more—to sink into stories that transport me far from the noise of everyday life. For me, reading has always been a way of escape, a secret doorway into worlds where time slows down and imagination takes over. It feels like a guilty pleasure, indulging in chapters when I should be tackling tasks, but it’s also the one indulgence that restores me, reminding me that even in the busiest years, there’s magic waiting between the covers of a book.
With my busy schedule, I managed 2 finished fiction books. I have wasn’t able to finish 1 fiction book. And I am currently starting (restarting) 1 fiction and 1 non-fiction.
Books read in 2025:
1. The Vegetarian by Han Kang
A haunting symphony of desire, repression, and quiet rebellion. Through lyrical prose and unsettling beauty, it unravels the cost of defiance in a world that demands conformity. A novel that lingers like a dream—fragile, violent, and utterly unforgettable.
2. The Housemaid by Freida McFadden
Reading it felt like being pulled into a labyrinth where every corridor promised a secret, and just when I thought I had the map figured out, the floor shifted beneath me. The suspense was relentless, the kind that makes you forget the world outside your window, and the plot twists were so sharp they left me reeling. I found myself holding my breath, flipping pages with equal parts dread and exhilaration, chasing answers I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. It’s rare to find a story that feels like both a guilty pleasure and a genuine escape, but this one reminded me why I love thrillers: they let you surrender to the unknown, trusting the author to lead you somewhere unforgettable.
Book I yet to finish:
1. Welcome To The Hyunam-Dong Bookshop by Hwang Bo-Reum
Books I started reading this 2026
1. When Things Don’t Go Your Way: Zen Wisdom for Difficult Times by Hain Sunim
2. People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry
Books are my sanctuary—my pause, my me-time, my doorway to emotions that run deep within us. They feel like gentle cuddles on a rainy night, wrapping me in comfort when the world outside feels too loud. Between their covers, I find not just stories, but entire universes that remind me of the beauty of slowing down, of savoring words like they’re warm tea on a cold evening. Each page is a quiet rebellion against the rush of everyday life, a reminder that imagination deserves its own space to breathe. This year, I’m wishing for more moments to get lost in their pages—moments where I can trade deadlines for plot twists, noise for narrative, and reality for the kind of escape only a good book can offer. Still hoping, still yearning, because I know that even a single chapter can feel like a gift, a guilty pleasure that nourishes the soul in ways nothing else quite can.
How many books have you read last year? Any recommendations?
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