January reading happens under strange conditions. The light is thin. The nights are long. And when I’m deep in a manuscript, I read the way a witch reads signs—carefully, skeptically, looking for truth beneath the surface. This was not a month of comfort reading. It was a month of assessment . Of watching how stories are built, where they falter, and whether they keep their promises. Some books offered momentum. Some offered meaning. One offered what can only be described as literary...

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December reading always sounds ambitious. . .in theory. In practice? Between holidays, end-of-year chaos, and the small matter of diving headfirst into drafting the next Wheel of the Year Mysteries book, my reading time shrank faster than daylight before the solstice. While everyone else was wrapped in Yule vibes, I was already sneaking glances ahead to Litha—sun, fire, and long days where secrets don’t stay buried for long. So this month’s reads skewed toward the cozy, the witchy, and the...