Being a reader is basically signing up for emotional instability… voluntarily. Some books hold you gently, fix your broken pieces, and restore your faith in love. Others? They walk in, ruin your emotional balance, and leave you staring at a wall at 2 a.m. (rude behaviour, honestly). And yes, I loved both types because apparently… Continue reading Books That Emotionally Damaged Me vs Books That Emotionally Repaired Me