If there is one book I wish I had written, it would be Circe. Its writing is breathtakingly poetic and beautiful. Every page feels like a spell softly whispered. The storytelling is phenomenal, unfolding with such grace that it quietly pulls you deeper into its world.

The book portrays loneliness and solitude in a way that feels painfully intimate and achingly familiar. I especially loved how it painted the aesthetics of witchcraft, the island, and the woods: wild, quiet, and hauntingly beautiful.

What struck me most is how Circe portrays motherhood with such raw honesty, without romanticizing or sugarcoating its struggles. It felt painfully real and deeply relatable.

Circe, to me, is the epitome of womanhood - full of love, longing, tenderness, and female rage. Though a goddess, she feels profoundly human in her emotional needs, loneliness, mistakes, and moral struggles. She loves deeply, suffers deeply, and at times does terrible things when cornered by circumstance, yet her conscience always finds its way back to her.

One thing Circe made me realize is how women have always had to fight to prove our worth and intelligence, only to still be dismissed by men driven by ego and power. Circe’s story shows how women can be powerful, wise, and precious, yet still be underestimated.

Circe is definitely my favorite book of 2026 thus far.