A folder of files is not a library.
Aryan β an offline eBook reader for Windows that keeps your shelves, notes, highlights and reading progress right beside the book itself.
I keep my books across three drives. Every reader I tried wanted me to move them into its own library, re-import everything, and then keep the originals somewhere safe as a second copy.
Aryan reads them where they already sit.
Multiple drives, and your original files are never touched.
The part that keeps the book alive
A book you finish and forget is a file. A book you remember is a library. These are the parts that turn one into the other:
| Group books however your brain actually files things | |
| Your own words, attached to the page they came from | |
| Save the exact lines worth keeping, recover them in seconds | |
| Never lose your place across weeks of reading | |
| Follow an author or a whole series without hunting | |
| Find one book among thousands, then clear the duplicates out | |
| Your library leaves with you, in a format you can read | |
| Spots a drive that dropped out and helps you recover from it |
A dictionary that works with no internet
English β Myanmar and English β Hindi, entirely offline. Long night, spotty connection, aeroplane β the word is still one tap away.
π page open
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βββ π your note
βββ β your highlight
βββ π Right click any word βββΊDefineβββΊ English/ Myanmar / Hindi, no signal needed
Built on a short list of promises
source = open
install = portable
internet = not required
account = none
tracking = none
subscription = none
Those five lines are the whole design. My other Windows apps follow the same list, and Aryan follows it too.
Aryan is young. It is already the reader and library I wanted for myself, and it keeps getting better.
Your books stay yours β on your drives, in your hands.
[About the App name]
Aryan (ΰ€ΰ€°ΰ₯ΰ€―ΰ€¨) is my sonβs name; he is one year old. In India and across South Asia it is a common given name, meaning βnobleβ in Sanskrit and Hindi. The app has nothing to do with the racist misuse of the word in 20th-century Europe, which I reject completely.

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