New Year’s Eve always feels like closing a book you didn’t realize you were halfway through. Some chapters flew by. Others dragged, dog-eared and heavy. In 2025, I read stories that reminded me why structure matters, why character arcs need patience, and why endings earn their weight. As the year closes, I’m thinking about unfinished series, bold debuts, and the timeless truth: good books don’t rush. They build. 2026 is a blank spine on the shelf—no title yet, no genre locked in. That’s the magic. Time to turn the page with intent.
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