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Happy release day, book friends.
Seems perhaps relevant to your interests, book friends.
Book people are the best people.
Book people are the best people.
Books don’t change people; paragraphs do, Sometimes even sentences.
John Piper, A Godward Life: Savoring the Supremacy of God in All of Life (via abookblog)
Read as much as you can. Nothing will help you as much as reading.
J.K. Rowling (via 20somethingandstilllost)
IF WOMEN WROTE MEN THE WAY MEN WRITE WOMEN
“Brett pulled his tank top up over his head and stared at himself in the full-length mirror. He pushed down his jeans, then his boxers, and imagined the moment when Jennifer saw him nude for the first time. His feet were average-sized, and there was hair on his toes that he should probably take care of before tonight. He liked his legs just fine, but his thighs were wide and embarrassingly muscular. He tried standing at an angle, a twist at his waist. Some improvement. In that position, it was easier to see his ass and notice that it was not as pert as it had been at 22. He clenched both cheeks, hoping that tightened its look. He sucked in his tummy and pulled his pecs up high, trying to present them like pastries in a bakery window. Would she like him? Were the goods good enough? He pouted his lips and ran his hands over his thighs, masking their expanse. Maybe.”
“There is a particular look about a teenage boy that lets you know what kind of man he’ll be. A certain fullness of lips, a frank sensuality in his gaze. We all know what the word for that is, but it’s not polite to use it until he’s proven he’s that kind of boy.”
“But I don’t get it!” Shea was panting, trying to catch up to Michael as he fled. “The monster ate everyone else. How did you escape?”
Michael reached the boat first, flinging himself in. He waited for Shea to follow him and take the oars, guiding them smoothly away from the shore.
“It’s because I was different from the other boys,” he said, pushing his hair behind his ear and looking away.
“What do you mean, different?” Shea’s muscles rippled and flexed as she rowed them to safety, and Michael could not tear his eyes away.
“Different. Pure, the monster said. Because I’m… I’ve never…” He looked away again, and the moonlight caught on his throat, outlined his clavicle.
“You’re a virgin,” Shea said, realization dawning. “What a waste.”
Michael blushed.
“If we get out of this alive,“ she said. “I’m going to fix that.”
Do go and read the others, they’re brilliant.
https://www.mcsweeneys.net/articles/if-women-wrote-men-the-way-men-write-women
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Sometimes you find the soul of a bookstore in its nooks and crannies.
I don't mean to ruin the ending for you, sweet child, but life is one long headwind. To make any kind of impact requires self-will bordering on madness.
Maria Semple, "Today Will Be Different"
A story only matters, I suspect, to the extent that the people in the story change.
Neil Gaiman, "The Ocean at the End of the Lane"
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“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only once.” - George R. R. Martin
Book cover: All the Bright Places
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