The Book Bum

For the sake of books  Mitch Elson - Fantasy writer - Nerd - Booklr

[vetyr]

An angel waits for sunrise

[mydaisysoul]

[theblueeyedbiblio]

my favorite part of traveling: visiting independent bookstores

[cocosse]

“What am I in the eyes of most people? A good-for-nothing, an eccentric and disagreeable man, somebody who has no position in society and never will have. Very well, even if that were true, I should want to show by my work what there is in the heart of such an eccentric man, of such a nobody.” Vincent van Gogh

[pagesandnature-blog]

Third Street Books - McMinnville, Or.

First post and what best way to do it by sharing this little gem I found while waiting for my mom to finish her chemo therapy session today.

McMinnville is about a 30 minute drive from home. I’d visited a few times mostly to check out the local bars and as of late to take my mom to her medical visits.

Since I had time to kill I decided to search for some books. I stumbled across Third Street Books. A dainty little shop amidst the flourishing and vibrant downtown. It’s definitely a small little shop but exquisitely detailed in their book selection, decor and book reviews.

I bought three items, reviews coming up next!

In the meantime: How do you pick a new book? A. Judging the cover B. Doing your research prior to purchasing C. Best seller lists D. Reading the cover E. Other?

[astravers]

books and plants are a go to! 📚🌿

[pornosophical]

Pratchett went back to older throwaway jokes (like dwarves being apparently unisex) and used them as metaphors to discuss social change, racial assimilation, and other complex issues, while reexamining the species he’d thrown in at the margins of his world simply because they existed at the margins of every other fantasy universe. If goblins and orcs and trolls could think, then why were they always just there to be slaughtered by the heroes? And if the heroes slaughtered sentient beings en masse, how heroic exactly were they? It was a long overdue start on redressing issues long swept under the rug by a parade of Tolkien successors who never thought of anyone green and slimy as anything but a notch on the protagonist’s sword, and much of the urgency in Pratchett’s last few books seemed to be related to them. “There’s only one true evil in the world,” he said through his characters. “And that’s treating people like they were things.”   And in the last of his “grown-up” Discworld books, that idea is shouted with the ferocity of those who have only a few words left and want to make them count. Goblins are people. Golems are people. Dwarves are people, and they do not become any less people because they decide to go by the gender they know themselves to be instead of the one society forces on them. Even trains might be people, and you’ll never know one way or the other unless you ask them, because treating someone like they’re a person and not a thing should be your default. And the only people who cling to tradition at the expense of real people are sad, angry dwellers in the darkness who don’t even understand how pathetic they are, clutching and grasping at the things they remember without ever understanding that the world was never that simple to begin with. The future is bright, it is shining, and it belongs to everyone.

John Seavey, The Evolution of the Disc (via pornosophical)

@iodhadh

(via gruenlich) @jab

(via bigsis144)

[the-goodnite-kid-deactivated201]

riding the rails of love

we are riding the rails of our ineffable love rumbling across the landscape of our passion

fast and smooth over the prairies and plateaus leaning into the gentle curves at full speed

slow and deliberate along sheer mountain cliffs reaming the rims and the edges of deep chasms

thundering along tunnels deep, dark and narrow filling the surrounding rock with resounding echoes

blazing across bridge and trestle spans so high the exhilaration so damned intense and undeniable

feeling the soft rise and fall of knolls and hills the thrum of rhythms tempoed my mother nature

we are riding the rails of our ineffable love rumbling across the landscape of our passion

[dead1ns1de]

[yoaaaaaan]

ig: culturetripbooks

[bookhubby]

[pikachutwo]

[soul-angelos-deactivated2023102]

Dark times all around but there are still people out there who love you

Do not hurt yourself, do not hurt others, get help, talk to someone, anyone. Humanity has survived before and we can do it now if we all just support each other. My country and my people let me down and endangered my life but there’s nothing I or anyone else can do about that so let’s try to spread the love that is so clearly lacking.

[ask--otayuri-blog]

This is important. Please reblog.

For all my followers, you always have a safe space here, and you can always talk to me if needed.

[dispels]

[heck-yeah-old-tech]

Uh, Minnie, I have something to tell you…

[theradicalace]

youd be scared too if a 6 inch tall naked human sprinted across your floor

[writingboutyou]

Six months ago I stomped your heart out on the streets of the neighborhood we used to roam. You hated me. God, you fucking hated me. You hated that you loved me. God, you loved me. So much. Tears were coming down from your mesmerizing green eyes, it was tragically beautiful. You were at your most vulnerable, your most raw and true self. The red around your eyes just brought out the green, I’ve never seen your eyes so bright yet so lifeless. You were crying, but it was beautiful. Your knuckles were coated in blues and purples. You were so angry I could feel the hatred in your screams. Now I’m looking at you, the 6am sunrise shining down on us, and you’re looking at me how you used to. Before I broke your heart. I swear you have the same puppy dog eyes, the exact same loving expression written all over your face. How do you do that? How do you still love me, the exact same, after I broke you?

v.m // that is love (via writingboutyou)

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Raven & Wolf by Pacific Wild / Ian McAllister