About

Bibliophiles Behaving Badly was born out of equal parts insomnia, caffeine, and righteous literary chaos. I read because I have to—because I crave the kind of stories that seduce you into “just one more chapter” until it’s 3 a.m. and your alarm clock is already judging you. Give me world-building that feels like witchcraft, heroes and heroines who ruin my emotional equilibrium, and plots that hit harder than a double espresso on an empty stomach.

The Pacific Northwest provides the perfect storm—literally—for my kind of reading: endless rain, strong coffee, and zero guilt about ignoring real life for fictional worlds. I alternate between my Kindle and the sacred smell of a real book, wrapped in a blanket and muttering feminist commentary at characters who should know better. It’s domestic bliss, literary chaos, and a touch of witch energy all rolled into one.

I’m an unrepentantly snarky reader with zero patience for politeness in reviews. If a book deserves a slow clap, I’ll give it one; if it deserves a side-eye, I’ve got range. Sometimes I finish a book out of sheer spite, sometimes I DNF it with glee—and I refuse to feel bad about either.

Bibliophiles Behaving Badly is my love letter to the unhinged joy of reading—the sleepless nights, the questionable crushes, the over-caffeinated rants. Around here, we celebrate books that make you blush, cry, or throw them across the room (lovingly, of course). If that sounds like your kind of bad behavior, welcome home.