Rainy Days & Sinful Ways

All I had to do was open a book - to see the stories bleeding from page to page. To see the memories etched onto paper.

I spent my life folded between pages of books.

In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived loved and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being composed of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.

Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via simplybookdrunk)

updownbindery:

Congrats to prairielights on making this list of awesome bookstores!

Now, I’m off to make my travel plans to see each and every one of these…

Something I must do

For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via bibliophilebunny)

thisisteen:

There are far too many awesome/adorable/nerdy bookish ornaments out there for us to pick just ONE to share with you for today’s WednesDIY, so we decided to share LOTS! Here are some of our favorites we found that are sure to feed any book- or word-lover’s holiday spirit. Happy…

invisiblestories:

theparisreview:

“I found myself circling the book. I wanted to say something. Is it immodest to use someone’s loss as a magnifier of my anxieties? Is it selfish to filter my response to death through the prism of Green’s grief?” 

Stephen Sparks on mourning and Karen Green’s memoir Bough Down.

Bough Down is the most memorable, harrowing book I read in 2013. Many thanks to the Paris Review for publishing my essay about it.