In my photography class I had to photograph my personal environment, and this is what I came up with.
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
Have you ever reached that point where you’re so consumed by a book that literally nothing else matters anymore and all you want to do is read and not study or do anything productive because none of it matters anymore because THIS BOOK
They’re here! Now it feels real. :)
The best day is the day the finished copies arrive at your house.
(I have read this book, and it is really wonderful. If you like Dessen books, you’ll love it. If you don’t like Dessen books, it’s because you haven’t read them, and now YOU CAN SOLVE THAT PROBLEM.)
haven’t heard of it | will check it out | will not read it | haven’t read it yet | didn’t like it | it was okay | a must read | this book is my life | LIFERUINER
on the left she’s reading “Dreamland,” by Sarah Dessen. on the right she’s reading “Looking for Alaska,” by John Green.
So excited to share this with you all! With a special appearance by my chickens.
You should not apologize for what you like to read. The person you are apologizing to can only fit into one of three categories:
1. He or she shares your joy.
2. He or she doesn’t give a good goddamn.
3. He or she thinks less of you for what you read in which case don’t apologize to that person because he or she is clearly a douchebag who doesn’t deserve your obeisance.
Number 1 requires no apology. Number 2 requires no apology. Number 3 neither requires nor deserves! an apology.