This was my last read of 2024 or my first of 2025, depending on time zone views of various platforms, and a tad on your definition of when a book is read. I'm not a big fan of what is now being called "healing fiction", but this one came highly recommended, and I can see why. The premise is a little less smoothed over than in some of this genre - Hwung injects some considered critique of waged work in via, among other things, book club recountings, and her characters work for their epiphanies, which don't occur overnight. But it retains the comforting sense that things might be better if we just took a breath, which is a hallmark of this fiction.
Also books and coffee, which is pretty much anyone's escapist paradise isn't it?