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*

Paris, Bibl. Sainte-Geneviève, ms. 0143, f.174. Pontifical of Guillaume Durand (before 1390).
I fell head over heels in love with Mr Sendak whilst watching this interview. *le sigh*
(Source: jonwithabullet)
The Fantastic Flying Books of Mr. Morris Lessmore (by Moonbot Studios)
JANE EYRE: Holy crap Mr Rochester’s bed is on fire! Don’t worry my cranky little damsel in distress! I will save you!
MR ROCHESTER: Jane, I am saved! Hold me!
JANE EYRE: We’d better find out who the arsonist is.
MR ROCHESTER: Jane, Jane, Jane. Why does it always have to be about ‘who the arsonist…
Well, this made me lol.
(Source: sarahtales.livejournal.com)
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.
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.”
via ThinkGeek
My friend Andrew writes books. This is his new one, so I think you should go and look. You never know, you might like it.
This is good music to listen to while you consider how much better your life your life would be with more books in it.
This has been a Public Service Announcement by me, on behalf of right thinking people everywhere. Thank you for listening.