Posts tagged books.

books I’ve read in February.

books I’ve read in January.

One holds every phrase, every scene to the light as one reads - for Nature seems, very oddly, to have provided us with an inner light by which to judge of the novelist’s integrity or disintegrity. Or perhaps it is rather that Nature, in her most irrational mood, has traced in invisible ink on the walls of the mind a premonition which these great artists confirm; a sketch which only needs to be held to the fire of genius to become visible. When one so exposes it and sees it come to life one exclaims in rapture, But this is what I have always felt and known and desired! And one boils over with excitement, and, shutting the book even with a kind of reverence as if it were something very precious, a stand-by to return to as long as one lives, one puts it back on the shelf […].

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

books I’ve read in December (minus one: a book that wasn’t mine).

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what are you guys reading? any recommendations? (tumblr doesn’t want me to ask questions - please throw your answers in my ask-box, or anything else you’d like to share with me)

books I’ve read in November.

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books I’ve read in October.

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Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another—physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

Anger is better. There is a sense of being in anger. A reality and presence. An awareness of worth. It is a lovely surging.

Toni Morrison, The Bluest Eye

somethingforthepain:

- Buzz Aldrin, What Happened to You in All the Confusion? Johan Harstad

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Few people ask from books what books can give us. Most commonly we come to books with blurred and divided minds, asking of fiction that it shall be true, of poetry that it shall be false, of biography that it shall be flattering, of history that it shall enforce our own prejudices. If we could banish all such preconceptions when we read, that would be an admirable beginning.

Virginia Woolf
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Why do beautiful songs make you sad?”
“Because they aren’t true.”
“Never?”
“Nothing is beautiful and true.

Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

I looked at her eyes: blue, blue, blue; same as mine. I sang the colour in my head until it swamped my essence like sea water.

Sarah Winman; When God Was a Rabbit