Old favorites make me happy.
Plot Junkie
Just finishing one. more. chapter.
Touring old book shops on Cape Cod. At Parnassus Books, Yarmouth.
Beautiful old travel guide from 1880, purchased at Parnassus Books on Cape Cod.
Because I always load up on mascara to read. Naturally.
(Source: date-a-girl-who-reads, via bookish-thoughts)
We tell ourselves stories in order to live… We look for the sermon in the suicide, for the social or moral lesson in the murder of five. We interpret what we see, select the most workable of the multiple choices. We live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images, by the “ideas” with which we have learned to freeze the shifting phantasmagoria which is our actual experience. - Joan Didion
J.C. Leyendecker ‘Easter’ 1905 by Plum leaves on Flickr.
To sit alone in the lamplight with a book spread out before you, and hold intimate converse with men of unseen generations - such is a pleasure beyond compare. ~Kenko Yoshida
This is where I’m living right now.
Expected to love it… But I just sort of “liked” it. And even that emotion is a bit qualified. And here’s why— the setting of the story was fabulous—exciting and intricately plotted and quite inventive. And there are all these really unique characters…but they were all a bit bloodless. I think it was something about the writing style, a little too journalistic or something, everything—emotion, drama, terror, love, panic—seemed filtered or distant. Kept reading, but only barely.
Three tapers. Well plotted, execution didn’t do it for me.
