Until We Meet Again is a quiet space for books that linger, for stories that don’t just entertain, but stay with us long after we turn the last page.

I read slowly. I reread often. I hold onto sentences longer than I should. Some books sit by my bedside for months, half-finished, not because I’m avoiding them, but because I don’t want them to be over. I don’t treat books as something to conquer. I treat them as something to sit beside. I often have notes written in the margins and almost always read with a pen in hand.

I think some of the best books don’t offer answers so much as they make better questions possible. They don’t explain; they invite, create space, and linger. My reading life isn’t neatly organized. I explore literary fiction, speculative fantasy, memoir, mythic retellings, and quiet essays. I read across genres, styles, and cultural inheritances. The books I write about here might be obscure or everywhere. New releases or old companions. What connects them is not a category or trend but how they linger, the way they ask to be returned, even if it is just a simple escape from everything or a book that just makes you smile.

The goal of this site is to create a space that is part reading journal, part archive, part practice—a record of what I’ve carried and what’s stayed with me.

You won’t find ratings here. You won’t find urgency. You won’t find moral declarations or aesthetic dogma. What you’ll find, I hope, is a quiet kind of companionship. A shared rhythm. A place to return to when you want to be reminded that reading can still be slow, strange, and sustaining.

I’m still learning what this space wants to be. It’s unfolding. Like the kinds of stories I love most, it resists resolution, but it’s making something real all the same.

Until we meet again.