Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but they make me feel so much better whenever I’m sad and blue. Just their presence, it’s like having more to look forward to.
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Life in a novel
Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but they make me feel so much better whenever I’m sad and blue. Just their presence, it’s like having more to look forward to.
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I just accidentally deleted my reply to a message from a lovely Annie. Sorry, Annie. Please get back in touch.
If I could sit down and talk to my teenage self, I would tell her this: Keep your figure, don’t eat junk. Don’t go back with a man because he cries for you. Don’t be so serious, enjoy life, and fate will take care of the rest. Don’t worry, there’s plenty of time to get married in your thirties, you’ve not even lived half your life at that stage. Save some for a rainy fay. Love yourself and life will love you back.
During all the months when she had been absent, there were so many things I have saved up to tell her, so many bits of news about the house and the neighborhood and friends and work and family, but now they seemed inconsequential. Puny. Move far enough away from an event and it sort of levels out, so to speak - settles into the general landscape.
afternoon tea with Gatsby (by voguevelveteen)
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Library Book Haul by Say It Aint SO! on Flickr.
Chicken soup? Nah, give me books.
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I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.
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