#book diary

my weekend with edith wharton 🖤

Speaking of the Brontes: there's this scene where the sensible protagonist is trapped in a conversation with this guy that is writing a book about how Branwell secretly wrote all the Bronte novels, and his sisters were talentless drunkards. And he goes on for pages and pages about his Conspiracy theory and how Wuthering Heights must have been written by a man, while she has to smile and nod for politeness sake. And it is both:

1. Extremely accurate and funny, a great satire of some of the most annoying guys to ever live, and

2. One of the most infuriating things I've ever read!

Stella Gibbons was such an intelligent and talented woman.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

“You bind books when you’re upset?”

🫠 he has my artistic heart ♥️

Came for the faeries… stayed for Sonder…

And this book also made me reconsider the importance of cups 🙂‍↕️

At the time, that felt normal. In so many books (and real life) from the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s, adults didn’t listen to children, didn’t believe them, didn’t intervene. That was just how stories worked. Coming back to it as an adult, though, that indifference feels much heavier.

What surprised me most this time was realizing how little time actually passes in this book. Everything happens over the span of two or three weeks, maybe a month at most. In that short time, the Baudelaires lose both parents, their home, and everything they own in a fire. They’re moved into a house that’s barely suitable for anyone, much less three grieving children, and placed in the care of a relative they’ve never met.

A relative who turns out to be controlling, abusive, heavy-drinking, and never home, while scheming to marry a fourteen-year-old girl for her dead parents’ fortune.

Reading it now, I couldn’t stop wondering how no one looked into Count Olaf before leaving three minor children in his care. No background check. No questions. Nothing. How did he even become a Count?

As unsettling as that is, I think rereading this helped me understand why this series mattered to me as a kid. It taught me early that children often have to be smart, observant, and resourceful when adults fail them. Violet and Klaus weren’t just clever characters. They were a kind of quiet instruction.

I didn’t notice that then. I do now.

Left open with coffee cooling, the timeline still unsettling, and the cat unimpressed. 📖☕🐈

Nicky found Franklin’s diary book in Franklin’s room. For @kissorkill17

Telling the truth in years ago.

1: His little brother name was Theodore Peterson called Ted or Theo.

2: Halloween masks called space, skeleton, ninja and witch.

Space = Leslie

Skeleton = The Mayor

Ninja = Gerda

Witch = Abanate

3: Bullies did for Ted fell in the hole and I failed my protect.

4: Ted died in station of weather and meteorology, but my parents are missing and I and my little sister Lisa alone.

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. ྀི ⊹ “We never joke about bunnies, Bunny.”

⁺ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ -Bunny by Mona Awad ⋆୨୧˚ ⋆