Books have been in my life long before I even knew how to tie my shoes. They were my comfort zone, my imaginary playground, my ticket out of reality. For a while, reading self-help books made me feel like the main character in a coming-of-age movie—scribbling notes, underlining sentences like I was deciphering the human condition, one “life hack” …
Books have been in my life long before I even knew how to tie my shoes. They were my comfort zone, my imaginary playground, my ticket out of reality. For a while, reading self-help books made me feel…