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annamariajung:

"Hagrid’s Home for Magical Creatures" by Anna-Maria Jung

This is so cute!

fuckyeahdeathlyhallows:

annamariajung:

"Hagrid’s Home for Magical Creatures" by Anna-Maria Jung

This is so cute!

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus

wickedgirlssavingourselves:

Brontësaurus


likearegularbookworm:
FIRST EDITION SIGNED BY FITZGERALD HIMSELF I HELD IT IN MY HANDS AND MY BREATH

likearegularbookworm:

FIRST EDITION SIGNED BY FITZGERALD HIMSELF I HELD IT IN MY HANDS AND MY BREATH

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"For many of these women, the reading experience begins from a place of seething rage. Take Sara Marcus’ initial impression of Jack Kerouac: “I remember putting On the Road down the first time a woman was mentioned. I was just like: ‘Fuck. You.’ I was probably 15 or 16. And over the coming years I realized that it was this canonical work, so I tried to return to it, but every time I was just like, ‘Fuck you.’” Tortorici had a similarly visceral reaction to Charles Bukowski: “I will never forget reading Bukowski’s Post Office and feeling so horrible, the way that the narrator describes the thickness of ugly women’s legs. I think it was the first time I felt like a book that I was trying to identify with rejected me. Though I did absorb it, and of course it made me hate my body or whatever.” Emily Witt turned to masculine texts to access a sexual language that was absent from books about women, but found herself turned off by their take: “many of the great classic coming-of-age novels about the female experience don’t openly discuss sex,” she says in No Regrets. “I read the ones by men instead, until I was like, ‘I cannot read another passage about masturbation. I can’t. It was like a pile of Kleenex.”

This isn’t just about the books. When young women read the hyper-masculine literary canon—what Emily Gould calls the “midcentury misogynists,” staffed with the likes of Roth, Mailer, and Miller—their discomfort is punctuated by the knowledge that their male peers are reading these books, identifying with them, and acting out their perspectives and narratives. These writers are celebrated by the society that we live in, even the one who stabbed his wife. In No Regrets, Elif Bautman talks about reading Henry Miller for the first time because she had a “serious crush” on a guy who said his were “the best books ever,” and that guy’s real-life recommendation exacerbated her distaste for the fictional. When she read Miller, “I felt so alienated by the books, and then thinking about this guy, and it was so hot and summertime … I just wanted to kill myself. … He compared women to soup.”"

In No Regrets, women writers talk about what it was like to read literature’s “midcentury misogynists.” (via becauseiamawoman)

Here’s a fun thing you learn when you study literature: the western canon is not universally beloved. Those books are not the Truth any more than the New York Post is skilled journalism. The main reason they’re held in such high esteem is because they were written by boring white dudes with rage fantasies and boring white dudes with rage fantasies also happen to be largely in charge of deciding which books are deemed classics and taught forever in the American school system.
So if your boyfriend tells you he loves Kerouac then you tell your boyfriend Kerouac was a fucking second rate hack who wrote Beat style because he didn’t have the skill or talent to write any other way, which is probably also why he just copied every adolescent male wanderlust story since the beginning of time. That shit’s derivative and boring.

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Everyone go read this immediately. As I decided last week, my life motto has been expanded from “Do your thing and don’t care if they like it” to include “If all your favorite books are by white men, I probably don’t think you’re a very interesting person.”

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via memorieslikeleaves · originally by Slate

Bookshelf porn by Queenie and the Dew

Bookshelf porn by Queenie and the Dew

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"‘If the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?’ No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via olivienna)
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by alexlibris-bookart:
New project in work phase…House Targaryen Journal - 10 x 8 inches - thickness 1.5 inches - genuine alligator leather - glass eye - chains - dragon claws closure system - etc._________http://www.alexlibris-bookart.com/

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New project in work phase…

House Targaryen Journal - 10 x 8 inches - thickness 1.5 inches - genuine alligator leather - glass eye - chains - dragon claws closure system - etc.
_________
http://www.alexlibris-bookart.com/

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"Bad books on writing tell you to ‘WRITE WHAT YOU KNOW’, a solemn and totally false adage that is the reason there exist so many mediocre novels about English professors contemplating adultery."

Joe Haldeman (via maxkirin)

Just choked on my fucking drink

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"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."
— Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via cette-coquette)
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