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Welcome to Turning Pages With Amy

—where caffeine is a love language, books are a way of life, and our TBR piles are one wobbly paperback away from collapse (but we’ll keep adding to them anyway, because aesthetic).
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This is not your average book nook. Oh no. This is where we plunge headfirst into stories that make our hearts race, our mascara run, and our neighbours question why we’re shouting "NOOO!" at 2am. We cry. We swoon. We throw books in dramatic protest—and then apologize to them afterward.
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Born from an unapologetically intense love of all things literary (and a touch of chaos), this corner of the internet is for anyone who treats fictional characters like real people and considers "just one more chapter" a blatant lie.
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Whether you dog-ear pages like a rule-breaking rebel or keep your covers pristine and untouched like they belong in the Louvre—you’re home here. So pour yourself something comforting or chaotic (tea, coffee, wine in a teacup—go wild), grab your coziest blanket, and dive with me into messy plots, high stakes, and worlds where the only dishes we care about are served with drama.
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                                                                     Reality can wait. The story starts now.

Hi, I’m Amy — 29, hanging onto the tail-end of my twenties like it’s a runaway balloon. I grew up in rainy, storybook Scotland (think castles, moody skies, and a lot of irn-bru), but now I’m based in London, living my best life with my wonderful fiancé and an ever-growing pile of books I swear I’ll get to soon.
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Books have always been my happy place — part escape plan, part emotional support blanket. They’ve made me cackle on public transport, cry into overpriced lattes, and feel a little more human on the weird, wobbly days. Honestly, reading keeps me sane — and slightly feral, but in a cute way.
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This blog? It’s not just reviews. It’s where I spill my bookish thoughts, overthink fictional breakups, and occasionally wax poetic about characters I wish were real. It’s a love letter to stories — the ones that shake us up, glue us back together, or just make us feel seen for a minute.
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And look — making friends as an adult woman in London is no joke. It’s like dating, but sweatier and with fewer apps. So, if you’ve stumbled in here feeling a bit out of place, hi. You’re safe here. Grab a blanket, make a cup of tea, and let’s be bookish weirdos together.

If you’re chasing stories that hit you right in the feelings, or you just want to know someone else cried over that plot twist — I’m so glad you’re here. I hope this little corner of the internet feels like a hug in blog form.
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And hey, if you leave with a new favourite author or just feel a bit less alone in this big, bonkers world — then I’ve done what I came here to do.

Now, go put the kettle on — we’ve got stories to get lost in.

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