Juggling a demanding day job with my personal downtime often leaves me caught in a strange dilemma: should I watch something light and fun, or read something meaningful? The endless apps at our fingertips offer far more content than one lifetime can ever hold. Sometimes, I just want a no-brainer show — something that doesn’t ask too much of me, just an easy ride. But then, I feel like I’m wasting precious time on reels and shorts that leave me emptier than before.

And then, there’s reading.

I recently picked up Sophie’s World, and the contrast is almost dizzying. Instead of passive consumption, this book flips my thoughts on their axis. Why was Sophie chosen for those mysterious letters? Who is Hilde? And Albert Knox — what exactly is he hiding? As an adult, and the mother of a teenage son, I can empathize with Sophie’s mother. Her confusion, her suspicion, her struggle to understand her daughter’s sudden preoccupation with strange questions — it all feels too real.

I’m not even halfway through, but the mystery has its hooks in me. I couldn’t resist pausing at Page 100 just to pen down these thoughts. The anticipation of what’s coming next is delicious — and that’s the beauty of reading.

Sometimes, the best escape isn’t the easiest one. It’s the one that makes you stop, think, and feel curious again.

For now, it’s back to Sophie’s journey… the pages are calling.

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