Donna Tartt and Bret Easton Ellis.

The only really tense moment [Donna] and I ever had was in this writing tutorial where she’d brought the novel. It was just me and Donna and one other girl. At that point I’d read the first eighty to ninety pages of The Secret History. I thought it was beautifully written; I only had one criticism. I said, ‘Here’s this guy, the narrator, a freshman at college, and he has no sort of sexual feeling, no desire at all. It just doesn’t seem realistic.’ She gave the stoniest look I ever got. I almost wilted into my chair.
❝ Books can harm you, and a careless John I would be if I were to let you open this volume and think you had a nice plump dog on a satin leash who would do your bidding and ask for no more than you liked to give. Books are not like that. They want to eat you up. They want you to spend yourself on their iron hearts and submit to their wills. An unsuspecting man who happens to find himself in this unfortunate world which is practically ruled by books has but two choices—give in and go under the page with the secret smile of the slattern on one’s lips, or become the thing the book spends itself upon, become himself the iron princess with horns of gold, become fantastical and gorgeous beyond measure, nearly impossible to believe, but not so impossible that the spell is broken. Become the thing the tale tells of, something so strange that some book somewhere simply bursts into being to record your supereminence. ❞
—   John of Mandeville, The Folded World (Catherynne M. Valente)   —

Book Lover


Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!
Tagged by allthishashappened.

  • Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
  • The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
  • Oscar and the Lady in Pink by Éric-Emmanuel Schmitt
  • The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Bradbury
  • City of Bohane by Kevin Barry 
  • The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov
  • Old Times by Harold Pinter
  • Never Let Me Go by Kakuo Ishiguro
  • Mister God, This is Anna by Flynn
  • The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events by Lemony Snicket
  • The Gemma Doyle Trilogy by Libba Bray
  • The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt


book covers reimagined: a great and terrible beauty by libba bray

part of the gemma doyle trilogy read along

❝ She wondered whether the books she loved consoled her precisely because they were the manifestations of her own isolation. ❞
—   Rachel Cusk, Arlington Park (via larmoyante)   —
❝ You never love a book the way you love a book when you are ten. It is an honor to be in that sacred space in some children’s brains. ❞
—   Daniel Handler (aka Lemony Snicket)  (via queerpotters)   —
❝ Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom. Not being bought and sold by some idiot employer, not having the moments of her days valued in fractions of a dollar by somebody other than herself. ❞
—   Charles Frazier, Nightwoods (via splitterherzen)   —

Gorgeous color-grouped books from Huckster Haven and The Whole Book on Etsy


  • white shelves, colourful books (via Stadshem)
❝ We read books to find out who we are. What other people, real or imaginary, do and think and feel… is an essential guide to our understanding of what we ourselves are and may become. ❞
—    Ursula K. Le Guin (via november-whispers)   —
❝ I think books are like people, in the sense that they’ll turn up in your life when you most need them. ❞
—   Emma Thompson (via attaches)   —



Book-scented candles for bibliophiles from Frostbeard

We’re featured on Etsy’s tumblr!

❝ All the books we own, both read and unread, are the fullest expression of self we have at our disposal. … But with each passing year, and with each whimsical purchase, our libraries become more and more able to articulate who we are, whether we read the books or not. ❞
—   Nick Hornby - The Poysyllabic Spree (via bookporn)   —