Bookshelves, Thames-side, London
Guys and gals,
If you want to talk to me, DO IT! Really, I love talking to you guys and I think you are too shy to come say hi, but please, don’t be! I promise I don’t bite, at all, and the purpose of this blog (well, aside from books, obviously) is to get to know other people.
I promise I’m always here to chat, talk about books or your lives or my life or pretty much anything you can think of. So, no more shyness, okay?
This is absolutely gorgeous.(via peterdamien)
Daphne Du Maurier, Myself When Young
Phillip Pullman - His Dark Materials.
Artist - Peter Bailey
Publisher - The Folio Society
”The heroine of His Dark Materials is 12-year-old Lyra Belacqua, who lives half-wild and carefree with her animal dæmon among the scholars of Jordan College, Oxford. Lyra’s guardian, Lord Asriel, has made an enemy of the sinister and all-powerful Church authorities – the Magisterium. Caught up in the conflict, Lyra must travel great distances, to the frozen Arctic wastes and beyond, towards a fateful encounter with Will Parry, a fugitive boy from another world. When Lyra and Will join forces, their perilous journey leads them to a decisive battle between freedom and authority, in which Lyra will play the ultimate part.”
People always seem surprised when I so easily can name my favorite book. Without a moment’s hesitation I promptly answer the question that aggravates every booklover. But the thing is, that while different books mean different things to me, no book has ever meant as much or touched me as deep as this. I will never be done with “Persuasion”. I will read and reread it until my eyes are failing and my sight is fading. And even then, I will think about it. Quote it. Incorporate its words into my everyday routine, my mind and my life.
Because I can’t stand the thought of being without it. I will cling to its words for as long as I can. The phrase ‘favorite book’ is not just a title; it is a declaration of love.
God, this is precisely the way I feel about Jane Eyre! Beautifully stated!
Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!
Just taking attendance!
Gryffindor click here
There’s no denying it.
You know the part in Jane Eyre where Rochester assumes someone helped her with her drawings, and Jane’s like NO ONE HELPED ME JACKASS I FUCKING DREW THEM MYSELF. YES I AN ORDINARY SCHOOLGIRL DREW THEM. I HAVE THE STARS AND ALL THE HEAVENS INSIDE MY BODY SO GO FUCK YOURSELF.
And then Rochester was like UH WOW I LOVE YOU.
This is why I love Jane Eyre.
If this isn’t an entrance to a fairy world then I don’t know what is…
Fairy Glen, Isle of Skye, Scotland, April 2014