Hello, bookworms; I’m almost certain this is a new word for many of you. It certainly was for me. And as someone who loves “collecting” words, if you can even call it that, this was a delightful discovery. I do enjoy collecting various things, and I don’t see why words cannot fall under this category. It’s a sweet way of picturing the act of remembering newer words, ones with beautiful meanings, as putting them into a jar, and seeing them grow in size over time. Maybe it’s just my way of feeling as though they belong to me, even if only in this way.

Either way, I recently came across this word via the best of sources: my mother. She sent me a link to an article explaining this Icelandic tradition, and seeing as I coincidentally love both reading and Iceland (yes, I have yet to visit; do not remind me), I was beyond excited to read about it.

The direct translation of the word comes from the Icelandic Christmas book Flood. Even after reading up on this, I still find it so wholesome that it exists; it feels mythical. This book flood essentially derives from the tradition of the annual release of new books in the months before Christmas. Per tradition, these newly released novels are bought and given as Christmas presents. This is a significant reason why books are the most popular Christmas gift in the country. Did I hear this correctly? A country on this earth with books as the most popular gifting item? Someone get me there right now. I fear I may never leave.

A country with such a long history of literary culture is one to be admired, and I hope these longstanding traditions are never forgotten. I have an Icelandic friend, and many lovely fairytales were a familiar and treasured part of her childhood. In Iceland, the first writing samples came from Runes, which was said to be passed down from the gods. A collection of works known as the Icelandic Sagas mainly triggered the nation’s obsession with literature. Written between the 12th and 15th centuries, these are essentially tales that stemmed from historical records, simply becoming more narrative after being told time and time again.

Being 20, I’ve finally conceded I am starting to dedicate more and more importance to traditions, or better yet, constant parts, dependable habits that I can return to. The joy and sense of belonging they bring to a community or individual are beyond measure. I look forward to starting and continuing traditions when I’m older, and this inevitably is one I may be stealing.

Along with a cozy novel, Icelanders are known to enjoy their book with a treat; check out their Jolabokaflod Chocolate, Kleina(particularly tempting), Jólasmákökur(Icelandic Christmas cookies), Mulled wine(spiced hot wine) or Jólabland(a combination of brown ale and orangeade). So this winter season, whether you celebrate anything or not, pick up a book honouring this holiday. Or, if you’re anything like me, use it as another excuse to read more.

Thanks for reading ♡