Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library (The Basement, Neil Gaiman’s Home)
July 23rd
1:55 AM
1:55 AM
Currently Reading
Just started reading Farenheit 451 by Roy Bradbury. Another one off the good ole’ IB summer reading list.
July 12th
3:11 PM
3:11 PM
Books are a comfortable sanctuary, a combination of self-denile, intelect, and knowledge, that provides me with a hiding place when the cogs and wheels of my world arn’t turning with ease; books are the oil to my cerebral and cardiac joints when life takes a turn for the worst.
July 3rd
8:00 AM
8:00 AM
Schnorky The Wave Puncher
Hands down best picture book ever! Schnorky The Wave Puncher has been a favorite of mine ever since I can remember and, even after 15 years I am still loving it just as much. No matter what age, anyone will enjoy this book about a misunderstood, wacky surfer who ends up saving the day. I don’t think it’s still in print so if ever you see it, snatch it! I haven’t seen any other works out there by the book’s author, Jeff Raglus, but if you find any, let me know!
1:20 AM
Summer Reading Recomendations!
Here’s my list of great summer reads:
- Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Lethem
- Sailing Alone Around The World by Captain Joshua Slocum
- Kamikaze Girls by Novala Takemoto
- The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick
- Buddha by Osamu Tezuka (graphic novel series)
- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
- Talkative Man by R.K. Narayan
- The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
- The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
Bath Bookshelf
(via fyspacegoats + ilikewesthaven)
June 14th
11:39 PM
11:39 PM
"In my dream, all of the collapsed ceilings re-formed above us. The fire went back into the bombs, which rose up and into the bellies of the planes whose propellers turned backward, like the second hands of the clocks across Dresden, only faster… In my dream, the tears went up his cheeks and back into his eyes… In my dream, painters separated green into yellow and blue. Brown into the rainbow. Children pulled color from coloring books with crayons, and mothers who had lost their children mended their black clothing with scissors… In my dream, people apologized for things that were about to happen, and lit candles by inhaling… The alphabet went z, y, x, w… The clocks went tock-tick, tock-tick… Lovers pulled up each other’s underwear, buttoned each other’s shirts, and dressed and dressed and dressed… My dream went all the way back to the beginning. The rain rose into the clouds, and the animals descended the ramp… At the end of my dream, Eve put the apple back on the branch. The tree went back into the ground. It became a sapling, which became a seed. God brought together the land and the water, the sky and the water, the water and the water, evening and morning, something and nothing. He said, Let there be light. And there was darkness."
— Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incedibly Close)
10:46 PM
"The sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken"
— Bob Dylan (“Tombstone Blues”)
June 4th
8:18 PM
8:18 PM
"But how to do feelings? All very well to write, She felt sad, or describe what a sad person might do, but what of sadness itself, how was that put across so it could be felt in all its lowering immediacy? Even harder was the threat, or the confusion of feeling contradictory things."
— Ian McEwan (Atonement)
