The TBR Diaries

📚 The TBR Diaries A late bloomer back on the bookshelf. Reading stories to remember mine. Logging life one chapter at a time. rediscovering reading | soft thoughts & stories cozy corners, quiet pages, and messy book lists 🕯️ est. 2025 — whenharrymetbooks

[whenharrymetbooks]

📖 First Page: A Little Hello from The TBR Diaries

Hi there, and welcome to The TBR Diaries ✨

This little corner of the internet is where I’m rekindling my love of reading—slowly, softly, one story at a time.

I haven’t been a regular reader in years, but lately I’ve been feeling the pull of quiet pages, new worlds, and old bookstores. I’m starting fresh, with no pressure—just curiosity, comfort, and a cup of something warm.

Here, you’ll find:

cozy reflections and reading rambles

thoughts on books that find me

messy TBR lists I will absolutely ignore

maybe a few daydreams along the way

If you’re on your own reading journey—returning, starting, or wandering—you’re more than welcome to walk beside me. Let’s get lost in stories together.

[academiamoodboads]

I have my plants. I have my books. What else could I possibly need. 📚🌿

[wlwvampirism-deactivated2025070]

When you find a book that’s really good and you have to contain yourself from saying, “This book is really good!” after every chapter

[travisbaldree]

Why not I guess.

[whenharrymetbooks]

📓 How I Fell Out of Reading (And Why I’m Coming Back)

Once upon a time books felt like magic. I’d carry one around everywhere like a talisman—tucked under my arm, pages slightly worn, a story waiting just a few sentences away. I used to lose hours in other worlds: castles made of mist, forest paths that whispered secrets, quiet cafes where characters fell in love over dog-eared poetry books. Reading wasn’t a hobby; it was home.

But somewhere along the way, I lost it.

It wasn’t one big thing, more like a slow unraveling. Life got loud. Deadlines replaced daydreams. My phone became a permanent fixture in my hand. I started books and never finished them. I stacked them like intentions on my nightstand, then felt guilty every time I glanced their way. The joy I once felt cracked under the pressure of trying to “keep up” with new releases, trendy recs, and never-ending TBR lists.

And honestly? I missed it. I missed me.

What’s bringing me back isn’t a resolution or a perfect reading challenge spreadsheet. It’s softer than that. It’s the sound of rain and the pull of a good story. It’s finding a dusty old book at a thrift store and remembering how it felt to be curious. It’s giving myself permission to read slowly, to reread old favorites, to stop chasing numbers and start chasing wonder again.

I’m coming back to reading the way you come back to a familiar cottage after being away too long—wiping off the cobwebs, lighting a candle, and sinking into the comfiest chair with something that makes your heart beat a little softer.

If you’ve fallen out of reading too, know this: stories wait for you. They always do.

[rosiethorns88]

Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish voted on by my lovely Patreons for June! A cozy scene from Legends & Lattes (by @travis_baldree), featuring Viv and Tandri trying out Thimble's scrumptious Cinnamon Roll! If you missed it, reading this book for this SAW prompted me to make my own Cinnamon Rolls from scratch (for research, of course!) I have a highlight of these shenanigans on my Instagram. 😂 Are we excited for the Bookshops & Bonedust prequel? 🔥