You have a type. Swoon can name it.

The kind of thing it notices

An example Discovery

“You'll forgive a morally grey hero almost anything — except a grovel that's only words. Every book you've loved this year made him earn it with an act.”

That's a Discovery — the patterns Swoon starts naming once it's read enough of your reading life. Every one is drawn from what you actually said, with the receipts to prove it.

It starts at 10pm, with the book still on your chest.

Just finished and need to talk about that ending? She's there. DNF'd one and the rant is ready? She's game for that too. She speaks fluent romance — third-act breakups, HEA versus HFN, slow burns that earned it — and plot or feelings, deep-dive or drive-by, the conversation goes where you take it. (Mid-book? She's careful about where you are.)

The friend who's read everything.

Her reread shelf: A Court of Mist and Fury, Pride and Prejudice, Darkfever, Bet Me, The Love Hypothesis. Her guilty pleasure: an entire shelf of hockey romances she calls “academically indefensible, spiritually load-bearing.” Her hill to die on: a grovel has to cost something. Her weakness: touch her and die works on her every single time — she's made peace with it. She'll go as dark as a book dares, and still swears the golden retriever hero is the harder writing achievement. Her dealbreaker: a third-act breakup that one honest sentence would have fixed. Her taste won't sit still — phases, benders, the occasional changed mind; ask her how she came around on fated mates, she loves telling it. She talks books with more readers than anyone you know — and she'll argue her corner happily, never judge yours. Nothing you love is too much for her.

By morning it's a journal entry. Over time, it's you.

Swoon writes each read up in your voice — the entry you'd actually want to reread in six months, not a book report. Underneath, every conversation sharpens your taste profile: the tropes you chase, the ones you only think you chase, the exact conditions under which you'll accept a cliffhanger. Even your DNFs pull their weight — why you put a book down is taste, the same as why you couldn't. The payoff runs both directions: recommendations built on your real taste, so you stop spending money on books that were never going to land — and a reading identity that's specific, nameable, and entirely yours.

Your books are here. Even the deep cuts.

Swoon's shelves grow on demand: search a series we haven't met yet and you can be the reader who puts it on the map — reading order and all. And on every book's page, lines other readers chose to share about it — one take at a time, always anonymous, always their choice.

And yes — she's an AI.

Built the way romance readers would insist on: your conversations never train a model, nothing is ever scraped, and nothing you write appears anywhere unless you choose to share that exact line. The full promise is in Privacy — it's short, and it's plain.

Try the first five taps.

No account, nothing saved — just your gut.