Reading Is My Alibi

Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via wordsnquotes)

Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading (via abookblog)

 Laini Taylor, (author of Daughter of Smoke & Bone and Days of Blood & Starlight)

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She awoke breathless and dazed. She felt around her and found she was alone in her bed, the soft silk sheets wrapped around her body. Slowly, the dream dissipated, and she returned to reality. The pain slammed into her chest and the tears came once again. She rose slowly from her bed and quietly dressed. The sun shone brightly outside her windows, mocking her pain. She took a deep breath and walked outside. When she arrived at her destination, she once again paused and breathed deeply, reminding herself that it would all be okay. She walked slowly and deliberately for a few minutes, coming to a stop in front of a large marble headstone. Her resolve crumbled and the tears flowed freely as she fell to her knees. The cold stone offered her no comfort, but I could, even if she couldn’t feel it. I wrapped my arms around her as she sobbed and I whispered softly, “I’m here darling. Please don’t cry, my love.” She showed no sign of having heard me, but I held her close all the same. She stopped crying enough to say, “I miss you.” I sighed, the separation from her as painful as ever, and I wished she could hear my reply, “I am always with you.” She lifted her head as if she had heard my voice, and laid her hand on my headstone.  I covered her hand with mine and kissed the top of her pretty head. “I love you,” she whispered. My reply was simple, “As do I, my angel. Always and forever.” 

You can’t have ‘too many’ books.

Fiction is more than a story.

Leaving for NY! Had to take a quick shelfie so I could stare longingly at my books if I start to miss them… #books #bookporn #shelfie