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It’s no secret that I’m voracious reader and lover of all things book-related. I love reading them, looking at them, and talking about them. A deep need to connect with others over books is probably the main reason behind me starting a book club with my close friends. There’s a quiet, special kind of magic in sharing books with friends — a way of passing along not just a story, but a piece of yourself. You press a novel into their hands, dog-eared and loved, feeling that little thrill of anticipation as you wonder how they’ll experience the world you just wandered through. Later, over coffee or a long walk, you swap reactions, favorite lines, and wild theories, deepening the bond between you. In those moments, the book becomes more than ink and paper; it becomes a shared adventure, a private language only the two of you can speak. It’s one of the simplest ways to romanticize life — turning ordinary days into tiny celebrations of imagination, connection, and wonder.
There’s joy in the giving — that quiet hope that the story will land just right — and even greater joy in the receiving, knowing someone thought of you when they turned the last page. In the end, it’s not just about the books. It’s about the way stories weave lives together, one recommendation, one heartfelt conversation at a time.
If I love a book, I’m quick to let a friend borrow my copy, and I’m equally as delighted to have a friend lend me a book they think I’ll love. Whether I’m lending someone a book or returning one I’ve borrowed to its owner, the act of sharing books is so special to me that I always try to make the experience a little special. I always tie a beautiful ribbon around the book, knowing that it can be reused in some way, perhaps even as a bookmark! I also tuck a flower that matches the book cover inside the ribbon, along with a handmade tag, which can also later be used as a bookmark. (A book lover can never have too many bookmarks, after all). Sometimes I’ll also add notes tucked inside the pages, noting passages I especially enjoyed.
It’s no secret that I’m voracious reader and lover of all things book-related. I love reading them, looking at them, and talking about them. A deep need to connect with others over books is probably the main reason behind me starting a book club with my close friends. There’s a quiet, special kind of magic in sharing books with friends — a way of passing along not just a story, but a piece of yourself. You press a novel into their hands, dog-eared and loved, feeling that little thrill of anticipation as you wonder how they’ll experience the world you just wandered through. Later, over coffee or a long walk, you swap reactions, favorite lines, and wild theories, deepening the bond between you. In those moments, the book becomes more than ink and paper; it becomes a shared adventure, a private language only the two of you can speak. It’s one of the simplest ways to romanticize life — turning ordinary days into tiny celebrations of imagination, connection, and wonder.
There’s joy in the giving — that quiet hope that the story will land just right — and even greater joy in the receiving, knowing someone thought of you when they turned the last page. In the end, it’s not just about the books. It’s about the way stories weave lives together, one recommendation, one heartfelt conversation at a time.
If I love a book, I’m quick to let a friend borrow my copy, and I’m equally as delighted to have a friend lend me a book they think I’ll love. Whether I’m lending someone a book or returning one I’ve borrowed to its owner, the act of sharing books is so special to me that I always try to make the experience a little special. I always tie a beautiful ribbon around the book, knowing that it can be reused in some way, perhaps even as a bookmark! I also tuck a flower that matches the book cover inside the ribbon, along with a handmade tag, which can also later be used as a bookmark. (A book lover can never have too many bookmarks, after all). Sometimes I’ll also add notes tucked inside the pages, noting passages I especially enjoyed.