There’s something magical about the small, personal rituals that surround reading. They’re not just habits—they’re comforting little ceremonies that make books even more special. Over the years, I’ve built my own collection of bookish rituals that turn reading from something I do into something I experience. Today, I want to share a few of my favorites with you.
Let’s start with the setup.
I never just plop down with a book. No, the space matters. My favorite reading nook is a corner by the window with a cozy chair, a throw blanket, and a side table that’s usually covered in tea mugs, candles, and a pile of “to be read” books. I like to make it a whole vibe. I’ll fluff my pillows, pick the right lighting (usually warm, not too bright), and grab a snack or drink before I dive in. My go-to? A cup of lavender tea or chai, depending on my mood—and maybe some shortbread cookies if I’m feeling indulgent.
Another ritual that I absolutely love is choosing my next read. I take it way too seriously in the best way possible. I’ll stand in front of my shelves like I’m selecting a wine for dinner. Sometimes I know exactly what I want—something fast-paced and thrilling, or maybe slow and lyrical. Other times, I’ll pick up five different books, read the first page of each, and choose the one that “speaks to me.” And yes, mood reading is real. If it’s raining outside, you better believe I’m reaching for something gothic or mysterious.
Once I’ve chosen the book, I always—always—look at the cover for a little longer than necessary. I study the art, read the back, then the inside flap, and finally, the author bio. I like to know who I’m spending the next few days with. I also have a journal where I write down the title, the date I started reading, and what I expect from the book. It’s part reading log, part bookish diary, and part memory keeper.
Bookmarking is also a ritual for me. I don’t dog-ear my pages (no judgment if you do—I just can’t!). I have a whole tin filled with bookmarks—some gifted, some handmade, some collected over the years. Before I start a new book, I pick a bookmark that matches the tone of the story. It’s a little extra, sure, but it makes the experience feel personal.
One of my favorite bookish rituals happens when I’m about halfway through a really good book. I stop, breathe, and try to savor it. Sometimes I’ll even pause reading for a day just to hold onto the feeling a little longer. Weird, right? But if you’ve ever felt that bittersweet moment of not wanting a book to end, you’ll understand.
And don’t even get me started on annotating. Not every book gets the highlighter-and-post-it treatment, but when I know a story is going to stick with me, I mark it up. I underline quotes, scribble notes in the margins, and tab pages I’ll want to return to. Later, when I revisit those books, it’s like having a conversation with my past self.
Finally, when I finish a book, I give myself a moment. I close it gently, sit with my thoughts, and reflect. I might write a short review in my journal or just stare at the ceiling for a while (book hangovers are real, my friend). If it was a book I loved, I’ll hug it—yes, physically hug it. Then I add it to my shelf, where it joins the growing collection of stories that have become part of my life.
These rituals aren’t fancy or complicated, but they’re mine. They make reading more than just a pastime—they make it a joy, a comfort, and a celebration.
What are some of your favorite bookish rituals? I’d love to hear them.