“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” // Charles William Eliot
I mean, a fictional widowed lawyer who reads a lot and advocates for racial justice is sexy as hell
atticus finch is a dilf
“A good book will give you answers to questions you didn’t know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew.”
— Give the Dark My Love by Beth Revis
reading alone in your room at sunset with your windows open in summer while the wind caresses your skin is probably the closest thing we have to a cure for the human condition
After finishing a book, I kiss its front page and sob quietly. I hold it tight and cradle it like a baby. It's my farewell ritual. Afterwards, I don't know if I can find another book that can satisfy the last one I've just read.
Writing about a child rapist did not make Vladimir Nabokov a child rapist.
Writing about an authoritarian theocracy did not make Margaret Atwood an authoritarian theocrat.
Writing about adultery did not make Leo Tolstoy an adulterer.
Writing about a ghost did not make Toni Morrison a ghost.
Writing about a murderer did not make Fyodor Dostoevsky a murderer.
Writing about a teenage addict did not make Isabel Allende a teenage addict.
Writing about dragons and ice zombies did not make George R.R. Martin either of those things.
Writing about rich heiresses, socially awkward bachelors, and cougar widows did not make Jane Austen any of those things.
Writing about people who can control earthquakes did not make N.K. Jemisin able to control earthquakes.
Writing about your favorite characters and/or ships in situations that you choose does not make you a bad person.
It’s a shame that in this day and age these things need to be said.
It's a personal blog that features some of my original poetry and other fandom-related content.
You can check out the intro here and the blog faq here.
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” ― Ernest Hemingway
Maybe this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know.
Alberto Manguel, Canadian translator and essayist
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