The Summer We Choose Ourselves

There’s a shift that happens in mid-summer.

The novelty of warm days starts to fade into something deeper. We slow down. We reassess. We get quieter inside.

I think that’s why this season is the perfect time for stories like The Harbinger. Stories that ask you to look inward. To trust a knowing. To follow an instinct that doesn’t yet make sense.

This summer, I’ve been so moved by messages from readers who are feeling seen by the story. Who feel like the book came to them just when they needed it.

Maybe it’s not just the story that’s calling you forward; maybe it’s you, choosing a story that mirrors your own unfolding.

Thanks for reading. And if you haven’t yet, the book is waiting.