Wow. Blown away. Such a twist at the end. I thought I had it figured out, but it got me! Perfect first book of the year.
New Year‘s Eve reading! Going to be reading all day. 📖🥳
My sister found this for me at a used book sale. $1, people! Such a fun book to peruse.
Went shopping for used books today, and this was my favorite find. This book was recommend to me years ago, and since then I‘ve been keeping my eye out for it. I was so excited when I randomly came upon it! 😍
I already love this.
It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that.
So thankful for a lazy Saturday.
This was such a charming little book! Now I want to travel to Guernsey.
Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.
When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring, a blindness, a wreckage of shattered glass and splintered wood; like a house in a whirlwind, or else a boat crushed by the icebergs or swept over the rapids, and all aboard powerless to stop it. It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you are telling it, to yourself or to someone else.
January: Book Written By A Celebrity
Well, this one made me cry. So beautiful.
And here lies the vast importance of the novel, properly handled. It can inform and lead into new places the flow of our sympathetic consciousness, and it can lead our sympathy away in recoil from things gone dead. Therefore, the novel, properly handled, can reveal the most secret places of life.
The world is supposed to be full of possibilities, but they narrow down to pretty few in most personal experience. There's lots of good fish in the sea...maybe...but the vast masses seem to be mackerel or herring, and if you're not mackerel or herring, you are likely to find very few good fish in the sea.
"Do you know what friendship is?" he asked.
"Yes," replied the gypsy; "it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand."
"And love?" pursued Gringoire.
"Oh! love!" said she, and her voice trembled, and her eyes beamed. "That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one one angel. It is heaven."
*Sigh* Will I ever finish this?