Welcome to My Little Corner of the Internet!

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Hi, I’m Jovy — the Ice coffee with caramel-sipping, book-hoarding, sleep-deprived soul behind BookishGal.com, a cozy lifestyle and bookish blog for introverts who are just trying to find balance between fictional peace and real-life deadlines.

Once upon a time (specifically pre-pandemic), I was your typical WFH girlie — living in comfy pajamas, thriving on iced coffee, and measuring time by Zoom meetings and snack breaks. It was peaceful, predictable… and slightly feral.

Then one day, I decided to join corporate life — craving structure, social life, and maybe a reason to wear something other than loungewear. It was brave. It was adult. It was also… a lot. Three years later, I find myself in what I lovingly call my soft exit era — that season of quiet rebellion where you start craving slow mornings, home-baked pastries, and a garden that doesn’t judge you for talking to your plants.

My dream? To be that cozy girl archetype — the one who wakes up early (on purpose), brews tea in an actual teapot, bakes croissants on weekends, grows her own fruits and veggies, and doesn’t have to worry about rent or landlords because she owns the house (manifesting, aggressively).

But reality? I’m still a recovering night gremlin, learning how to wake up before noon, commuting among the masses, and constantly asking myself, “Why are there this many humans on a Tuesday morning?”

BookishGal became my escape — a warm, wordy corner for all the cozy souls who want to live softly but still pay the bills. Here, I write about:

→  The books that break and heal us in equal measure

→  Cozy living and slow life habits for modern introverts

→  Honest reflections on career burnout, balance, and creative life

→  Bookish finds, whimsical merch, and everyday aesthetic joys

This isn’t your typical “I quit my job to live in a cottage” story (though, fingers crossed). It’s the journey before that — the one filled with early alarms, overthinking, and trying to romanticize your commute while listening to Taylor Swift and pretending you’re in a coming-of-age film.