I couldn’t bear to stay indoors when the sun was out (it’s such a rare occurrence for us!) so I’m soaking up the sun and doing my revision outdoors for a wee while.
I'm Laala and I'm 22 years old. This is mainly a book blog: reviews, photographs, quotes. I also post anything that tickles my fancy.
Reach me at distantheartbeats@gmail.com.
I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
My other tumblrs: Discourse on Life | A Burst of Colour | One Door to Another.
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[2009: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre] [2010: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre]
[2011: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre]
Reach me at distantheartbeats@gmail.com.
I'm the founder and editor in chief of an online literary magazine, Write Me a Metaphor. I'm also a poet, and you can buy my book on Amazon.
My other tumblrs: Discourse on Life | A Burst of Colour | One Door to Another.
My goodreads profile | Flickr | last.fm | YouTube | Instagram.
[2009: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre] [2010: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre]
[2011: Books | Movies | Concerts | Theatre]
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~ Saturday, April 14 ~
“ Often then, still, now, always, if I can use the book as a compass I can right my way. Reading calms me and it clears my head. In the company of a book my mind expands and I find myself less anxious and more aware.
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— Jeanette Winterson, A Bed. A Book. A Mountain.
~ Wednesday, March 21 ~
“ We shall read all the evening and go to bed.
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— Virginia Woolf, diary entry January 2nd 1915
~ Wednesday, March 14 ~
“ Books work from the inside out. They are a private conversation happening somewhere in the soul.
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— Jeanette Winterson, A Bed. A Book. A Mountain.
~ Tuesday, March 13 ~
“ You can possess a book without really owning it, though. Beyond ownership in a commercial or legal sense, there’s ownership of an emotional or metaphysical kind — when a book speaks so powerfully to us that we feel it’s ours exclusively: that it exists just tor us. People we meet sometimes have this effect too; they look into our eyes, and speak in a hushed, intimate voice, and make us feel we’re uniquely important to them — before going on to do the same to someone else. In life, we call these people flirts. The best books are flirtatious, too, since they seem to be ours alone when in reality they’re anyone’s.
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— Blake Morrison, Twelve Thoughts About Reading
~ Friday, March 9 ~
“ What I didn’t yet understand was the importance of taste and timing. Books are like people. Some look deceptively attractive from a distance, some deceptively unappealing; some are easy company, some demand hard work that isn’t guaranteed to pay off. Some become friends and say friends for life. Some change in our absence — or perhaps it is we who change in theirs — and we meet up again only to find that we don’t get along any more.
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— Mark Haddon, The Right Words in the Right Order
~ Thursday, March 8 ~
“ We all read differently. You may think you know Maggie Tulliver or Esther Summerson, better than some members of your own family, and I may feel the same, but you and I know very different versions of those characters. Because reading is never simply reading. Reading always involves writing too. A novel is an invitation to complete an imaginary world. If the novel is good we do it without hatting an eyelid.
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— Mark Haddon, The Right Words in the Right Order
~ Wednesday, March 7 ~
“ It’s hard enough to explain your own passion, let alone why someone else might share it.
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— Mark Haddon, The Right Words in the Right Order
~ Tuesday, March 6 ~
“ Books are the true daemons: not the imaginary animals of Pullman’s brilliant imagination, but solid blocks of paper and print pottering along with you every moment of the day. There for you. Books are shields against a terror of boredom, that curse of most childhoods. What they offer does not change, and if the human race was separated from words and thoughts and stories, it would die. I took that legacy from my childhood, but more: a habit of comfort and enquiry. If something happened to me, if I felt something, I would go to books to read about others’ experiences, others’ thoughts, to find out what to do and what to think. Books tell you jokes, make you laugh, laugh with you.
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— Carmen Callil, True Daemons
~ Thursday, March 1 ~
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