Creating a cozy little spot where my kids disappear with a book is one of those tiny domestic victories that feels big. I’m a mom in my forties, juggling carpools, homework, and the kind of small neighborly chats that turn into recipe swaps. My two kids, ages 8 and 12, have wildly different reading tastes but the same appetite for a private corner. I remember afternoons when the living room hummed with the sound of pages turning, and how a simple throw pillow could turn a faded window seat into a secret world. Between soccer practices and school lunch packing,…