February is the month of love, apparently, which means Iāve decided to lean fully into sad love. Devastating love. Love that ruins you a little and then politely leaves you staring at the wall afterward. For February 2026, the theme is sad love stories, and honestly? Iām emotionally prepared. (I think.) This month, Iām diving into heartbreak, impossible choices, and love that sticks with you long after the last page.
First up is Giovanniās Room by James Baldwin, which is a reread for me, though I canāt even remember the last time I read it. Baldwin writes longing like itās a physical space, raw and aching, and the story still manages to hit hard. Davidās struggle with identity, desire, and societal expectations makes every choice feel heavy, and every moment with Giovanni feels electric and tragic. Returning to it now, itās impossible not to feel both grief and awe at how Baldwin captures love as something beautiful and impossible all at once.
Next is The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller, another reread, and I honestly canāt believe itās been over three years since I last opened it. The story of Achilles and Patroclus is epic in every sense: love thatās tender, doomed, and heroic. Re-reading it during the season of hearts and roses feels especially cruel, because you know the ending, but the journey is breathtakingāthe humor, the small kindnesses, the slow-burning intimacyāand Millerās writing just pierces straight to the chest every single time.
And finally, Iām finishing Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus. This one got pushed back from December/January, but Iām ready now. Elizabeth Zottās story isnāt a traditional sad love storyāitās heartbreaking, funny, and inspiring all at once. Where my book club left off is such a sad part that I canāt wait to see how she continues to navigate love, life, and the impossible expectations placed on her. I might finish it with the book club⦠or without them. Either way, Iām ready to keep going.
On top of these reads, Iām setting a big goal for 2026: 30 books. Totally doable, right? Last year I ended up with 20ā15 on Kindle, 5 physicalāand this year Iāve got my library card back, which means more physical books, and Iām excited to finally include audiobooks too. Iām ready to mix it up, try new formats, and maybe cry a little on walks while listening to heartbreaks instead of just reading them.
So thatās February: rereads, heartbreak, and stories about loving deeplyāeven when it hurts, even when itās complicated, even when you know exactly whatās coming. Join me if you want. Or donāt. Iāll be over here crying quietly, turning pages, and letting the books do the heartbreaking for me.
