afoolofhope:

My cat decided she wanted to read my book.

afoolofhope:

My cat decided she wanted to read my book.

Show me a family of readers, and I will show you the people who move the world.
Napoleon (via theperksofbeingabookseller)
portiaplacino:

With #gamerchef out of the country again, what am I to do? Read of course! Back to old habits. Quiet time with my other partner, Umberto Eco. #reading #book #novel (at ROC (Restaurant-Of-Choice))

portiaplacino:

With #gamerchef out of the country again, what am I to do? Read of course! Back to old habits. Quiet time with my other partner, Umberto Eco. #reading #book #novel (at ROC (Restaurant-Of-Choice))

booklikes:

Remember. 

booklikes:

Remember. 

blakvelvett:

Me night and day

blakvelvett:

Me night and day

acehotel:

David Foster Wallace’s copy of Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce. 

acehotel:

David Foster Wallace’s copy of Finnegans Wake, by James Joyce. 

(via whereislittlemaggie)

I read for pleasure and that is the moment I learn the most.
Margaret Atwood (via bibliophilebunny)

for-the-love-of-odesta:

Went on a trip to the bookstore :)

If growing up is painful for the Southern Black girl, being aware of her displacement is the rust on the razor that threatens the throat.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou. (via whatkatythoughtnext)
He had the unfortunate capacity many men, especially Russians, have of seeing and believing in the possibility of goodness and truth, but of seeing the evil and falsehood of life too clearly to be able to take a serious part in it. Every sphere of work was connected, in his eyes, with evil and deception. Whatever he tried to be, whatever he engaged in, the evil and falsehood of it repulsed him and blocked every path of activity.

Yet he had to live and to find occupation. It was too dreadful to be under the burden of these insoluble problems, so he abandoned himself to any distraction in order to forget them. He frequented every kind of society, drank much, bought pictures, engaged in building, and above all - read.
Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace, on Pierre (Pyotr Kirilych Bezukhov). (via monkey-run-free)
veritas-scribblings:

My book stack is getting a little out of hand. This photo was not staged. My bookshelf is right by my bedroom door, and so I tend to dump whatever book/s I arrive home with on too of my bookshelf while walking entering.
This is what happens.

veritas-scribblings:

My book stack is getting a little out of hand. This photo was not staged. My bookshelf is right by my bedroom door, and so I tend to dump whatever book/s I arrive home with on too of my bookshelf while walking entering.

This is what happens.

veritas-scribblings:

I went to the library to renew a book I didn’t have a chance to read (Y: The Last Man) and came back with four books. Oops.

veritas-scribblings:

I went to the library to renew a book I didn’t have a chance to read (Y: The Last Man) and came back with four books. Oops.

chriscannonauthor:

works for me

chriscannonauthor:

works for me

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