*accidentally reads for 4 hours without stopping.
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It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be.
Reading can be such a solitary, lonely activity, but sometimes, when a book strikes me at the right moment, in the right place, I feel more connected to humanity than at any other time in my life.
It’s like someone’s smiling over my shoulder, or holding my hand, or kissing my forehead. The comfort in gesture, in love and affection. In community. In hope.
That’s what reading feels like, and it makes me less afraid.
reading is so weird like i can be surrounded by people but my mind is completely in a different world with different people and i have no idea what happened in the past 2 hours around me
Endless List of Books to Read: The Infernal Devices by Cassandra Clare”
I’m going to start referring to libraries as “book palaces.”
A few weeks ago I packed up a suitcase and flew to LA and bought some Milk Duds and watched the Divergent movie.
You know. As one does. (?!!)
It’s hard to prepare yourself for an experience like that, watching something that once existed only in your brain re-created on such a large scale….