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I have not read most of the big 19th—century novels that people consider “essential,” nor most of the 20th-century ones for that matter. But this does not embarrass me. There are many films to see, many friends to visit, many walks to take, many playlists to assemble and many favorite books to reread. Life’s too short for anxious score-keeping. Also, my grandmother is illiterate, and she’s one of the best people I know. Reading is a deep personal consolation for me, but other things console, too.

Teju Cole (via ethiopienne)

In response to the question, “What books are you embarrassed not to have read yet?” 

I am so glad for this answer. I tire of "but did you read [insert cishet White man with anti-intersectional perspectives and White Savior Industrial Complex]" bla bla or “did you read [insert cishet White woman with book deemed ‘revolutionary’ for ‘all women’]” yet it speaks nothing to my life at all.

Over it. Read what you want.

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this is so great

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this forever, i want to dismantle any preconceptions about a canon and let people read/watch/listen to (or even not) anything they want to. fuck snobbery.

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I love this so very much and I am speaking as one who loves reading with a passion. Life is not score keeping, there is no prize for getting the most ticks on a list. Other than ‘be compassionate and decent to yourself and others’ there are no rules, which is both scary and wonderful.

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Archives+ bee stamp by archivesplus on Flickr.

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Look out for our stickers and stamps at Central Library and wherever the Archives+ team appear.

Unashamed plug for my lovely friend

My friend Andrew Hickey is a software engineer, musician and writer. After many years of writing for an online audience for free, he’s decided to try his hand at doing the same thing but for money, because even writers need to eat.

He writes funny and wise short stories, books about music, comics and Dr Who. You should totally go check his work out and if you like it, buy some!

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beautiful mistakes…

beautiful mistakes…

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demonagerie:

Paris, Bibl. Sainte-Geneviève, ms. 0143, f.174. Pontifical of Guillaume Durand (before 1390).

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I fell head over heels in love with Mr Sendak whilst watching this interview. *le sigh*

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The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore (by Moonbot Studios)

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themodernhistory:

George Whitman, founder of Paris’ Shakespeare and Company bookstore, dies at age 98 - The Washington Post

A bohemian traveler, Whitman was once nursed to health by Mayans in the Yucatan during a 3,000-mile (5000-kilometer) trek across Latin America and sometimes bragged that he had lived in Greenland with a beautiful Eskimo woman.

At home, Whitman was best known as a pillar of Paris’ literary scene. For more than half century, his eclectic Left Bank shop was a beacon for readers, who spent long hours browsing its overflowing shelves or curling up with a good book next to a drowsy cat.

Shakespeare and Company was also a haven for every author or would-be writer passing through the City of Light.

For them, Whitman reserved a welcome that turned Yeats’ famous verse — “Be not inhospitable to strangers / Lest they be angels in disguise” — into deed: He took in aspiring writers as boarders in exchange for a helping hand in the store.

Whitman died Wednesday in his apartment above the bookstore, two days after his 98th birthday and two months after suffering a stroke, the store announced on its website.

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You know someone has paid attention to what you really like…

when they visit Switzerland and bring you back horse meat jerky and a book about bears.

*love*

"When she’s shambling ‘cross the bedroom floor, that’s not your Mommy anymore. When her voice sounds just like Daddy’s snore, that’s not your Mommy anymore.”
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"When she’s shambling ‘cross the bedroom floor,
that’s not your Mommy anymore.
When her voice sounds just like Daddy’s snore,
that’s not your Mommy anymore.”

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