If I’m not reading a book then I’m taking photos of books and if I’m not taking photos of books I’m looking at photos of books and if I’m not looking at photos of books I’m thinking about books and if I’m not thinking about books then I’m dreaming about book and if I’m not dreaming about books I’m writing books and basically books because books, always.
Reading is good for the soul.. I mean, after some books you may not have a soul anymore, but they are still good for it.
Considering the fact that I’m pretty sure some of my books ate my soul maybe it’s souls that are good for books.
Now I’ve just got an image of a book restaurant in my head where they can order different types of souls to eat…
Listen okay one of the 99 problems that many a book lover has is that their to be read pile has many books. But this is not the problem.
The problem is that when you fancy reading something you take like 6 books from your pile of to be reads and you think hmm which one do I wanna read.
But then BANG you just don’t feel it. You just don’t feel reading any of them and then you get too lazy to put them back and just leave them in a pile on the floor, on the desk, on the bed. WHERE EVER.
And then the consequence of this is that months later when you read one of those books you’re like
F U C K (I spelt fuck like fuke and nearly cried where is my brain today)
Why did I put off reading this for so long.
Then you remember.
You weren’t ‘feeling’ it.
1) reading so many books for few months straight and it destroys your life
2) having like a year break cause your body isn’t ready for that kind of commitment and you broke as fuck
knows the plot of every classic novel even if they haven’t read it, deep lit quote in their “about” section, annotates books for fun, bad eyesight, brings a book with them “just in case”, stares at their bookshelf for long stretches of time, indie coffee shops, talks about deceased writers like they know them personally, has a list of famous literary sights they want to see, instrumental and indie folk music, uses vague lit quotes in everyday conversation, posts pictures of the book they’re currently reading next to a cup of coffee or tea on instagram, oversized cardigans, big sweaters, wing tip shoes, “is there a used bookstore around here?”
knows the plot of every classic novel even if they haven’t read it, deep lit quote in their “about” section, annotates books for fun, bad eyesight, brings a book with them “just in case”, stares at their bookshelf for long stretches of time, indie coffee shops, talks about deceased writers like they know them personally, has a list of famous literary sights they want to see, instrumental and indie folk music, uses vague lit quotes in everyday conversation, posts pictures of the book they’re currently reading next to a cup of coffee or tea on instagram, oversized cardigans, big sweaters, wing tip shoes, “is there a used bookstore around here?”
jane austen was so lit because she wrote about men the way men typically write about women i.e. her stories just centered around women and men were only there for the sake of women, and her books could have been all bitter and sad about the state of women in that century, but instead they’re sweet honest observational stories of friendship, family and love *sighs* what a lady i am sorry i ever doubted you cos I was bored in high school
They had fell into a nightly routine, every night he taught her how to read while he messaged the knots from her ankle. She would read out loud to him, if she did not know how to pronounce or what the meaning of the word, he would help her out.
Books were scarce in the war camps, as her reading level improved finding books had become a small challenge. It was a huge relief when Dorian and his traveling library joined the war camp. Elide was not sure who was more excited Aelin or Lorcan. The previous night they finished the last book they had borrowed from Dorian. He mostly read fantasy novels telling stories of faraway places and creatures that never existed in their world. She loved the stories, they were an outlet from their lives. Some nights Aelin would join them to listen, stating she was too tired to read on her own.
Dorian had gone with Manon to dispose of the last of the Ilken. Lorcan didn’t think that Dorian would mind if they borrowed a book from his tent. He simply entered the tent and grabbed the book absently left on his cot.
She started the story as Lorcan messaged her ankle working out a knot that had been plaguing her for days. Tonight he had her soak her ankle in warm water before he began messaging the knot. She was a few chapters in when Lorcan laughed.
“What?”
“I just didn’t peg Dorian as a romance novel type. It was on his cot, I just figured it would be fantasies like the others.”
Elide could not help but smile as she thought of Dorian reading romance novels next to Manon. Her smile widened as she remembered that the witch always slept naked. She continued, “His hands gently caressed her ivory, silky breasts.”
Elide immediately felt her cheeks warming and looked up to Lorcan who was gapping at her.
Aelin entered the tent, “what are we listening to tonight?”
She blushed a little brighter as she looked at the book title, “Um, we borrowed Sunset’s Passions from Dorian.”
She watch her queen double over in laughter. “Please tell me you found this on his cot. I want to make sure he never lives this down. Ever.”
YESSSS! But PLOT TWIST: Manon was reading it cuz Dorian recommended it. 😎😎😎😎
Wen you forget your bookmark…and you take drastic measures #book #bookproblems #reading #bookmark
How to vine: CUT OFF YOUR HAIR. Apparently.
I DIDNT MEAN IT! I just wanted a little snippet and then I ran my fingers through my hair and…cried
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