Leo Tolstoy WHO? After years of trying to read dense books before bed, I hereby, going forward, only ever want to read seasonal romance novels about beautiful round british baker women who’s bakeries hit crisises at Christmas time, as do their relationships with their beekeeper boyfriends. I don’t care if my brain turns to sprinkles and croissant dough, reading should be an escape, and so THIS IS ALL THAT I WANT.