This November arrived with real drama: Toronto turned into a full snow globe overnight, while San Francisco is drowning in puddles big enough for Pablo to launch himself into… and for Sven to stand there, soaked, questioning all his life choices.

Two coasts, two moods, both perfect for staying inside with a book.

Are you a “snow falling outside the window” reader, a “rain tapping the glass” reader… or simply an “if the weather keeps me inside, I’m reading” reader?

What makes your reading setup irresistible?



The drink? The candle? The pet who insists on supervising? The playlist? The TBR mountain that somehow grows on its own?