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“The smells of salt and lavender made her think of the Sea of Crete off the coast of Santorini; made her think of the Aegean, of narcissus nodding on stony hillsides and wind marbling the waves to whorles of white and midnight blue.”

— Waking the Moon, Elizabeth Hand

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“Leaving didn’t make me sad; on the contrary, the exhilarating prospect of trading my dreary, uneventful life for something new was, at long last, within reach. What was saddening was the realization that, in time, we stand in emptied houses to learn we’ve never made a mark.”

— The Orchard by David Hopen

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books I’ve read in 2022 📖 no. 087

The It Girl by Ruth Ware

“For there are messy, wriggling, unfinished ends putrefying beneath the surface of what happened that night—things that she has refused to think about and look at for a long time.”

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new book added to the collection just because it’s pretty <3

i will read it one day i swear

[achelois-daughter]

The origins of the word anger were tied closely to physical suffering. Anger was first an ‘affliction’, as meant by the Old Icelandic angr, and then a ‘painful, cruel, narrow’ state, as meant by the Old English enge, which in turn came from the Latin angor, which meant ‘strangling, anguish, distress’. Anger was a chokehold. Anger did not empower you. It sat on your chest; it squeezed your ribs until you felt trapped, suffocated, out of options. Anger simmered, then exploded. Anger was constriction, and the consequent rage a desperate attempt to breathe. And rage, of course, came from madness.

Babel // R.F. Kuang

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E.M. Forster, Maurice

[Text ID: It was delightful too when Hall stroked his hair: the faces of the two people in the room would fade: he leant back till his cheek brushed the flannel of the trousers and felt the warmth strike through. He was under no illusion on these occasions. He knew what kind of pleasure he was receiving, and received it honestly, certain that it brought no harm to either of them. /End ID]

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which of us could say we were more sinned against than sinning? we were so easily manipulated - confusion made a masterpiece of us.

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It was an impossible parting; there was too much and yet nothing to say, and there was a sense that everyone was holding back for fear of opening the floodgates. If they said too little, they would regret it forever. If they said too much, they’d never bring themselves to part.

Babel // R.F. Kuang

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Will I ever actually start this book…?

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the Polish cover of R.F. Kuang's "Babel"

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from The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach - Chapter 32

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They were both shaken by the sudden realization that they did not belong in this place, that despite their affiliation with the Translation Institute and despite their gowns and pretensions, their bodies were not safe on the streets. They were men at Oxford; they were not Oxford men. But the enormity of this knowledge was so devastating, such a vicious antithesis to the three golden days they’d blindly enjoyed, that neither of them could say it out loud.

— Babel, Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution by RF Kuang

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“English did not just borrow words from other languages; it was stuffed to the brim with foreign influences, a Frankenstein vernacular. And Robin found it incredible, how this country, whose citizens prided themselves so much on being better than the rest of the world, could not make it through an afternoon tea without borrowed goods.” ― R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History

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books I’ve read in 2021 📖 no. 106

The Plot by Jean Hanff Korelitz

“I’ve learned so much about writers. You’re a strange kind of beast, aren’t you, with your petty feuds and your fifty shades of narcissism? You act like words don’t belong to everyone. You act like stories don’t have real people attached to them. It’s hurtful.”

[hellyeahcampusnovels]

10/05/2023 // Having a calm but not unproductive day & am finally, finally reading this! Treated myself to a white chocolate hazelnut mocha with coconut milk & a hazelnut blondie.

🎵: Here Now by Poor Genetic Material

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Meredith Dardenne - If We Were Villains 🎭

As always, I forgot to post it here, but it’s never late!! Hope you like it <3

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Would you like If I draw the rest of the group? Who should be the next one?

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The Historian, Elizabeth Kostova