Ruthless

Where were you when you did most of your reading of this one, and did it become a bath, blanket, or bedside sort of book for you?

When the story moved toward St. Barts, what did your brain reach for first: the water, the food, the quiet, or just being somewhere nobody could email you?

The world of a big glossy magazine can feel glamorous or exhausting depending on the day. Which did it feel like to you while you were reading, and did that match any job you have ever had?

The title promises ruthlessness, but a lot of this book is about being good at your job. Where did you feel genuine warmth in these pages, and did you want more of it?

Steel writes wealth with a lot of texture (houses, boats, tables, clothes). Which bit of that comfort did you quietly want for yourself, and which bit felt lonely to you?

Interviewing someone is a strange kind of intimacy. Have you ever had a conversation with a stranger that told you more than you expected, and did this book remind you of it?

Without giving anything away, was there a moment where you found yourself rooting for someone to choose peace over winning? What made you lean that way?

Books like this are often called comfort reading, as if that is a small thing. What did this one actually give you this month, and what would you want your next comfort read to give you?