10/06/2026
A few days ago, I came across this quote:
"That’s how it is with books, isn’t it? They’re not in a hurry. They’ll wait for you till you’re ready."
And I haven't stopped thinking about it since.
I used to feel guilty about the unread books sitting on my shelves. The ones I bought with excitement, convinced they would be my next read, only to leave them untouched for months.
But maybe books were never asking us to hurry.
Maybe they understand that some seasons are for reading, and some are simply for getting through the day.
Maybe they know that the person who bought the book isn't always the person who's ready to read it.
Because the truth is, books find us more than we find them.
A story that feels irrelevant today can become exactly what we need a year from now. A book we abandon after a few chapters can suddenly make perfect sense when we return to it later.
That's the quiet magic of reading.
Books don't chase us.
They don't compete for our attention.
They don't punish us for taking our time.
They simply wait.
And when we're finally ready, they're there - holding the same words, but somehow offering a completely different experience because we've changed.
Maybe that's why the right book always seems to arrive at exactly the right moment.
Not when we buy it.
But when we're ready for it. 🤍
