A nice reading spot.
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I find it hard to name the one book that was so damn delightful it changed my life. The truth is, they have all changed my life, every single one of them—even the ones I hated. Books are my version of “experiences.” I’m made of them. — Zadie Smith, What It Means To Be Addicted to Reading (via distantheartbeats)
I’d read in this nook.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More Compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide —
Meredith Grey (via donteverletanyonedullyoursparkle)
[And if the decision is wrong, have the courage and strength to pick yourself up and decide all over again. Carry on.]
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Censoring books that deal with difficult, adolescent issues does not protect anybody. Quite the opposite. It leaves kids in darkness and makes them vulnerable. —
Laurie Halse Anderson (via booksturnmugglesintowizards)
8 Tips for Moving When You Have a Ton of Books - BOOK RIOT -
Being a mobile book hoarder can be a challenge. In the last 10 years I’ve moved 12 times, and my boyfriend and I are currently gearing up for move number 13. My family is, thankfully, always up to help, but … Continued
I’ve moved thousands and thousands of books across the country twice, and locally about a half-dozen times. These tips are quite good, especially #2.
Novels without female characters were a lifeless desert. — Ian McEwan (Sweet Tooth)
Author Brandon Sanderson on Why We Still Read Books In the Internet Era
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There are books, that one has for twenty years without reading them, that one always keeps at hand, that one takes along from city to city, from country to country, carefully packed, even when there is very little room, and perhaps one leafs through them while removing them from a trunk; yet one carefully refrains from reading even a complete sentence. Then after twenty years, there comes a moment when suddenly, as though under a high compulsion, one cannot help taking in such a book from beginning to end, at one sitting: it is like a revelation. Now one knows why one made such a fuss about it. It had to be with one for a long time; it had to travel; it had to occupy space; it had to be a burden; and now it has reached the goal of its voyage, now it reveals itself, now it illuminates the twenty bygone years it mutely lived with one. It could not say so much if it had not been there mutely the whole time, and what idiot would dare to assert that the same things had always been in it.