What I’ve read has not simply informed me, it has formed me. Every book, essay, article, and fragment of thought has left its imprint, shaping the way I see, question, and understand the world. It is through this quiet accumulation that I’ve become deeply curious, instinctively open-minded, and something of a modern Renaissance woman, drawn not to mastery of one narrow field, but to fluency across many.

I carry with me a mosaic of ideas: a little history, a little philosophy, plenty of art, a touch of psychology, culture, and human behavior. Not enough to claim expertise, but enough to recognize patterns, to ask better questions, and to meet people where they are. It allows me to move easily between worlds, to find common ground in unexpected places, and to contribute meaningfully to almost any conversation, not by dominating it, but by enriching it.

In that way, what I’ve read has become less a collection of knowledge and more a way of being: attentive, expansive, and endlessly receptive to what others might teach me next.

You’ll notice my shelves lean most heavily toward personal development, finance, and memoir… especially those that brush up against this industry, whether directly or in spirit. I’m drawn to stories of reinvention, to frameworks that sharpen perception, and to lived experiences that reveal what ambition, risk, and identity truly cost.

Lately, I’ve been quietly building what feels like my dream library: a collection rich with poetry, both timeless and contemporary. It spans voices like Edgar Allan Poe, Rumi, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, Lord Byron, alongside modern voices that echo and evolve their legacy. It’s less a collection than a conversation across centuries- one I get to sit inside.

There’s a particular romance to a weathered book… the kind softened by time, bearing a cursive inscription from decades past. I like to imagine the hands that have held it before mine, the lives it quietly accompanied, the minds it helped shape. A book like that doesn’t just carry words; it carries proof that something, or someone, once mattered deeply.

If you’re inclined to leave a lasting impression, I think there’s a beautiful way to do it: find a rare book that moves you, tuck your investment inside, and add your own inscription. Let it become both a gift and a trace- a story within a story, waiting to be discovered.

Recent reads, in no particular order…
*indicates a favorite

• The Psychology of Money*

• Same As Ever

• The Art of Spending Money

• Unfuck Yourself

• The Big Leap*

• 1984

• Hidden Potential*

• Atomic Habits*

• Evergreen

• Ghost Boy

• Rich Bitch*

• The 4-Hour Workweek

• Project Hail Mary*

• The Magnificent Courtesan

• The Travelers Gift

• The Last Train to Key West

• The Four Agreements

• The Las Vegas Madam*

• The Mistress*

• The Millionaire Next Door

• The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo*

• Get Over Your Damn Self

• The Five Second Rule

• Art of Seduction

• The Five Love Languages

• The Daily Stoic

• Normal Gets You Nowhere

• It’s Not Okay

• The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck

• Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus

• Think and Grow Rich

• Rich Dad, Poor Dad

• The Ten X Rule

• Down The Rabbit Hole

• A Stolen Life

• The Messy Truth

• The Gift of Fear

• Only Say Good Things

• Greenlights