📚 10 Books That Made Me Delusional (In the Best Way) 🛸

(A list for when your grip on reality was gently yeeted into a glittery alternate dimension, and you liked it.)

1. The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern 🎪🌙
   Made me 147% certain that if I whispered “circus” to the moon at the right moment, a magical black-and-white tent would appear in my backyard. I spent two weeks sleeping in formalwear. No regrets.

2. Good Omens by Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett 😇😈
   I am now convinced the apocalypse is being managed by two endearingly bickering celestial interns who like sushi and Queen. Also: every crow I see is named “Brian” now.

3. House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski 📘📏📐
   Convinced me that my hallway might be... longer than it was yesterday? Measured it with spaghetti noodles and a slightly haunted protractor. Spaghetti: inconclusive. Protractor: screamed.

4. Piranesi by Susanna Clarke 🌀🐚
   Now I leave offerings of cheese to the sea statues in my shower, just in case they too are benevolent and memory-absorbing. Also started referring to my attic as “The Thirteenth Vestibule.”

5. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams 🌌🪐
   Briefly believed towels were the most sacred object in the universe. Tried to convert my local laundromat into a shrine. It did not go well, but my socks have never felt more appreciated.

6. The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern (Again! She's suspicious!) 🔑🐝🗝️
   Absolutely certain that somewhere beneath my local library is a secret door that leads to a story-soaked labyrinth guarded by cinnamon-scented bees. I now knock politely on every bookshelf.

7. Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke (Yup. Her too. 🪄) 👞🌫️
   Made me talk in Regency slang for an entire month. I referred to sandwiches as "breadly arrangements" and demanded all contracts be signed in "enchanted ink." HR was confused.

8. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 🐇🫖🔮
   Believed I could negotiate with furniture and that cupcakes had opinions. Argued with a door about punctuality. It won.

9. The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab ✒️🕰️🌌
   Convinced me I, too, was an immortal muse whispering forgotten masterpieces into the ears of sleepy poets. I now wear all black and sigh meaningfully in coffee shops. No one has asked questions. Yet.

10. The Library at Mount Char by Scott Hawkins 🔥🦁📖
    Honestly unsure if I read this book or it read me. Either way, I now refuse to trust any librarian who doesn’t glow faintly or mutter in Latin while alphabetizing. Safety first.

✨Warning: Side effects of reading these books may include vivid daydreams, talking to inanimate objects, chronic wonderment, and thinking you’re secretly a chosen one. (You probably are.)

Now excuse me—I’ve just spotted a suspiciously sentient teacup winking at me. Time to investigate. 🫖👀