On reading
This isn’t a page of reviews or recommendations.
It’s a personal reading journal, a place for books that stayed with me after I finished them. I’m less interested in how quickly a book draws me in, and more in what it leaves behind.
Some took time. A few asked for patience and attention, but look promising since the beginning. Others were finished in less than a day.
I’m not revisiting the great classics here. They’re already well known and thoroughly explored.
I move instead toward books that worked more privately. Through their language, their restraint, the questions they raised.
This journal isn’t complete, and probably never will be. And of course, it doesn’t contain everything I’ve loved, but it’s a small sample.
It grows slowly, as reading itself does.
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This short story was never meant to be read as a story.
It is a conversation that stayed with me long after my father finished telling it.
It was written about him, about memory that lives in every cell of the body, and about what it means to survive without erasing the past.
Not as testimony, and not as history, but as an inheritance shaped by love rather than fear.
Originally published in Greek.
Presented here in English.
