#patrick suskind

That was the first thing that any of them could recall: that he had stood there and unstoppered a bottle. And then he had sprinkled himself all over with the contents of the bottle and all at once he had been bathed in beauty like blazing fire. For a moment they fell back in awe and pure amazement. But in the same instant they sensed their falling back was more like preparing for a running start, that their awe was turning to desire, their amazement to rapture. They felt themselves drawn to this angel of a man. A frenzied, alluring force came from him, a riptide no human could have resisted, all the less because no human would have wanted to resist it, for what that tide was pulling under and dragging away was the human will itself: straight to him.

Happy World Book Day!

Some of the books I've accumulated since moving here. When I'm older I'll have more books, but probably by accident, and definitely only books I've read.

I'm not a book collector because I'm not a homeowner, because I don't believe in hoarding literature and because indeed "reading books and purchasing books are different hobbies" —the latter in fact is just about consumerism.

Don't want to get all "in this essay I will".

Read if you like it.

Read challenging books.

Pirate books.

Use libraries.

Borrow books and lend books.

Take care of other people's books (ESPECIALLY library books! Nobody cares about your desire to underline stuff!! Use a notebook and remember what happened to narcissus!) (getting carried away sorry)

Read women especially if you're a man who doesn't understand why he should read "women's books". Also if you're like that get out of my blog babe ;)

Read things other than Anglo-Saxon authors (more in this post)

Choose one of the last lines of these literary works, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

“I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.” —Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (1847)

“For the first time they had done something out of Love.” —Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (1985)

“Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this.” —Louisa May Alcott, Little Women (1868)

“‘Darling,’ replied Valentine, ‘has not the count just told us that all human wisdom is summed up in two words?—‘Wait and hope.'” —Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (1846)

“Later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake.” —Bram Stoker, Dracula (1897)

“And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” —John Steinbeck, East of Eden (1952)

“I just waited a bit, then turned back to the car, to drive off to wherever it was I was supposed to be.” —Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go (2005)

“The strains of the piano and violin rose up weakly from below.” —Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (1984)

“For all to be accomplished, for me to feel less lonely, all that remained to hope was that on the day of my execution there should be a huge crowd of spectators and that they should greet me with howls of execration.” —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942)

“The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.” —Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)

If this writing prompt inspires you in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!