legilimencyme:

Birthday/July Book Haul

legilimencyme:

Birthday/July Book Haul

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bookriot:

While of course it’s tough to come up with anything original to say about Charlotte Bronte’s tale of woe and redemption, I can certainly come up with five things I thought about the novel. So here you go (and normally, I’d say “caution, spoilers,” but this book’s 167 years old, and so well past the statute of limitations to require a spoiler disclaimer).

5 Thoughts on a First Ever Reading of Jane Eyre by Greg Zimmerman

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michaelmoonsbookshop:

Old books in Autumn 

michaelmoonsbookshop:

Old books in Autumn 

bibliomancienne:

La librairie Crescent City Books à la Nouvelle-Orléans, Louisiane.

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October arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrid’s pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. — J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (via larmoyante)

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books-cupcakes:

Book Photo Challenge hosted by : Books & Cupcakes

Month: OctoberFor HD graphic please right click the picture and open in new tab. If you have any questions please consult the FAQ.  Have fun my dears! 

books-cupcakes:

Book Photo Challenge hosted by : Books & Cupcakes

Month: October
For HD graphic please right click the picture and open in new tab. If you have any questions please consult the FAQ.  Have fun my dears! 

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It’s the part of the story after the girl disappears,
and I know she’s already dead,

but I keep watching
until her friends find her in the boathouse
her limp body dropped over the edge of the dock, bare-

chested and blanched, her hysterical
boyfriend heaving her up and holding her close,

corpse-wet hair
clinging to the sweat of his neck. This is how I miss you:

I am the dead girl’s hand
slipping down her waist and smacking palm up
into the water.

I am ashamed of our distance,

the six hundred miles between our bodies
and how you sob when you tell me that since I’ve gone
what remains is the space where you once grew
around me, the same way a tree absorbs ruin

and the hollow of constructed frames.

On the screen, the boyfriend is now victim,
tearing through woods, clipping every branch
while the killer walks coolly behind him
knowing he will fall eventually.

I have never sacrificed

a virgin with the knives I keep in my kitchen.
There is no wolfs bane or garlic beside my bed.
I sleep unprotected.

But because I know endings, I will never make love to you
in the crypt of an abandoned castle
or parked in the woods with your back pressed against the dash

of a jet black El Camino as the hook hand scrapes closer
and closer to the door handle.
I know about the tissue of the heart,

the persistent pull of muscle and bone,
and the beauty of blonde hair

against the shoulder of night. Because of the Wolf Man
and Frankenstein I understand heartbreak,
how we cannot escape the inevitable
full moon or torchlight, and the way my stomach moves
when you ask me what I am thinking


and I am thinking about someone else.

What I Have Started to Understand About Love

 Because I Watch Horror Movies; BY KEITH KOPKA

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bookpatrol:

Have Book Will Travel

Patrick Girouard was assigned the task of creating the visuals for the 2013 Illinois Library Association’s iREAD® Summer reading project. The theme was “Have Book Will Travel” and here is his journey around the world. 

What a trip!

Girouard’s blog post on the project 

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carolinaperez-art:

Photography By Carolina Perez

carolinaperez-art:

Photography By Carolina Perez

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