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Okay! So for that anon asking about blog recs for blogs similar to mine, here it** is:

A-C
ablogwithaview / abookblog / aliteraryescape / aseriousbibliophile / awriterabroad /
bibliochor
/ bibliophilefiles / bibliophilem / bookconservator / bookgrotto / bookish-soliloquies / bookishfellows / booksandpublishing / booksandquills / booksandtea / bookslutss / conqueringshelves / completelybooked /

D-F
days-of-reading / deadpoetsmusings / dreamwriter12 / dukeofbookingham / ehnlee / falling-inlove-with-books / feelingsofthesecondarycharacters / fiveflavorsofwriting / fmtpextended / freckles-and-books

G-P
girlinterruptedreading / hundredsofcharacters / iceman-writing / jessicameats / k-frances / ladyariels / libraryshelves / mellifluousbookshelf / microaerophilic / onewritersworld / parchmentjunkie / prettybookish

R-W
read-chocolate-books / tea-and-bookishness / tealeavesandpages / theartoffiction / thedancingwriter / theliteraryluggage / thescalexwrites / violinwaist / waitingforwinterr / wherethewildbooksare / whispering-literature / write-like-a-freak

**please don’t be offended if you weren’t on the list and I do follow you (or we’re on good terms, actual friends, etc)! I plan to do a follow forever eventually because there are a lot of other great blogs I’d recommend. I only listed the above ones because the anon asked for blogs similar to mine. Without anything further, I had to assume they meant blogs that aren’t heavy on the YA, maybe offer writing tips, and/or have an unhealthy love for Harry Potter sprinkled throughout**

***bolded blogs are my irl friends but still great book/writing blogs***

A Question in the Silence.

Hello all!

As you may or may not know I’ve entered bibliophilefiles five lines writing competition. This is my entry for that competition. We were given 5 random lines of dialogue to include in our short story and that was the ONLY dialogue we were allowed to use. It’s the first time I’ve entered a writing competition of this type so it’s probably not the best thing ever, but anyway, enjoy! Warning - it get’s a tiny bit sweary in places. You can vote for this story to win one of I think 5 categories by contacting bibliophilefiles and constructive criticism is also encouraged! Story below the cut! 

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(Author’s note: this is my submission for the bibliophilefiles five lines challenge. It’s by no means my “best” work, but you can only do so much with five lines of dialogue! Feel free to vote for me or any of the other submissions :3)

Particles of grey dust danced in the air like specks of snow. I watched the trail they made in the daylight being let in by the little window at the side of the bed. I pulled the quilt further round myself and tried to go back to sleep, despite the fact it was nearly mid-day. My best friend, Ali, would be round soon in her desperate attempts to find me another guy. She’d been going on about her friend Jay for a while and I knew she’d try and convince me to go on a date with him. As if on queue, I heard her enter my apartment, letting herself in with her copy of my key. I winced as she called my name, fuzzy head pounding with an alcohol induced headache. She walked into my bedroom, pulling the curtains in a swift movement that said ‘get out of bed Lucy’
“It’s raining, again” she said, looking out of the window at the hustle and bustle of the city.
I grunted and tried to wrap the blankets further around me. Unimpressed, Ali ripped them from me and told me to get up. I whined and buried my face in my pillow. She pressed her cold hands against my ankles and I yelped. She raised an eyebrow as I sat up, looking with disappointment at the bruises littering the pale skin of my neck and collarbones. She moved over to my wardrobe, telling me to get a shower. I knew it was pointless arguing with her.
I went to the bathroom, stripping off the baggy t-shirt I slept in. I let the hot water cascade down my body. My mind wandered and before I knew it, it had fallen back on the same old topic… Him. The man who broke my heart into a million pieces and laughed each time I cut myself trying to pick up the sharp pieces. I looked over at the sink, a bottle of his aftershave, half-empty, still stood there, next to my toothbrush, looking so lonely without his next to it. I realized that the droplets running down my face were no longer just from the shower. I wiped my face, then cupped my hands, pouring the water I caught over my face. I let traced the scars that run down my forearm, remembering the heartbroken desperate state he‘d left me in, leading me to this. I remembered puking up pills with Ali holding back my hair, wailing to her about how he’d made me like this. I try to suppress the memory of her face, so drained and tired as she told me “We create ourselves.” The guilt I feel for reacting like I did, for becoming so volatile and sharp, and for the way it was affecting my best friend, is almost unbearable, and yet, I can’t stop, like a violent chemical reaction, sparks flying, and the people too close to me getting burnt by me.
I turned off the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around me. I began drying my hair with a smaller towel, staining it with pink hair dye. I had stripped away my beautiful natural brown hair colour, in the hopes the bleach would strip away the memories of his fingers tangled in it, or brushing it from my eyes, or his sweet compliments. I dyed it bright pink, to match the heels I’d began to wear as I knew he hated them. I wanted to destroy every scrap of the woman who had been fooled by him.
Ali banged on the bathroom door and after I told her she could, entered. She threw a black turtleneck jumper, some underwear and a pair of jeans at me, telling me to get dressed as we were going to have coffee with Jay.
I rolled my eyes at her. She began her usual speech about how nice he was.
“Whatever, whatever, it’s not happening,” I sighed, putting on the jeans. I stumbled pulling on them, and she laughed at me. I laughed with her, falling against her on the bathroom floor. We laughed about laughing, laying there, giggles escaping our lips until we were panting and breathless. She smiled and remarked on how nice it was to hear me laugh again. Tears pricked my eyes and I apologised. I could see how badly she had wanted this back. She sat up and looked at me.
She gave me a smile that meant I was forgiven, like always. I don’t know what I did to deserve her but she was my liferaft in a deep and dangerous sea.
She nudged me and told me to get ready for Jay.
I groaned and said dryly “I can’t fall in love today, I didn’t do a thing with my hair - come back tomorrow!”
She pushed my shoulder playfully, poking her tongue out at me and told me I was coming whether I liked it or not. I protested in vain as she clipped my damp hair into an up-do and handed me a jacket and my favourite pair of boots.
After the promise of a free coffee, I relented and let her drag me to the small coffee shop just down the street from where we lived. It was quite busy compared to usual. Ali pointed out a man sat alone at a table for four. His brown hair was longer than most and fell in front of his face as he bent over a book. He paused to flick the page and sip his coffee. I don’t quite understand why, but I’ve always had a thing about people’s hands and I noted that an ink blot stained his index finger and the watch on his wrist looked old, probably a gift from his father or something equally as cliché but touching. He had a bear tattoo on the top of his right arm and some writing on the inside of his left. I mentally noted to ask him about them. I had two tattoos of my own, song lyrics on my hip bone and a compass on my chest, reminding me to always follow my heart. Jay looked up and waved at us from his table and I softened a little more when I saw the novel he was reading. Life of Pi by Yann Martel, one of my favourites. Ali went to the counter, knowing my order from the countless times we’d been there. To my dismay, the unfamiliar business had caused a queue.
I slid into the chair opposite Jay, striking up a conversation about the book. We discussed literature for a while as I waited for the queue to slowly lumber along. It was fine until I caught Ali looking at us with a self-satisfied smile, clearly thinking of herself as Match Maker Extraordinaire. I sighed and Jay asked me what was wrong. I explained that whatever Ali had told him, I just wasn’t interested in a relationship right now. He laughed and told me he’d known all along, and looking down in embarrassment, mumbled something about the possibility of liking Ali. I brightened like a bulb, demanding he tell me more after I checked she was out of earshot.
He chewed his lip nervously before taking a deep breath and saying “The last twenty-four hours are making me seriously reconsider our friendship.”
I made a ‘hmmm’ sound, encouraging him to elaborate.
I told me how she’d stayed at his house the night before, and how waking up with her making breakfast, dressed in his shirt, had seemed, almost, natural to him and how whenever he was with her, he felt whole and safe, and like he was home.
I laughed and called him smitten, fuelling his discomfort. I teased him and said I would tell her myself if he didn’t. I laughed again at the pure horror on his face. Gently, I reassured him that he should go for it, and just tell her. Even if she didn’t like him back, (which I half-knew she must, or she wouldn’t have tried to set me up with him -a terrible habit of hers) she would be flattered. Encouraged by my words, Jay reassured me he would.
I gave him my best and got up to leave as Ali walked over to us. She pouted at me as I told her I was going, taking the coffee she’d bought with me. I winked at her and headed into the crisp autumn day.
I looked at the blue sky and realized that maybe, just maybe, I was finally over my heartbreak. I’d spent enough time wasting my life in a spiral of self-centred sadness. It was tragic but however I tried to mould it, the tragedy was not beautiful. Seeing Jay, a grown man, in his youthful embarrassment and tenderness, had made me remember love wasn’t just pain and upset. I smiled to myself, pulling my coat closer around me and disappearing before Ali could find me. Life was a rollercoaster, full of ups and downs, and I knew things were finally looking up. More downs would follow, but I’d made it through this one, I could make it through the next. 

bibliophilefiles answered your post: Do you think romantic love is more imp…

No way, could not forgive. BUT, the literary tension created with the “is blood thicker than water?” question makes for intriguing reading!

I get that, but it’s the cop out everyone is happy in the end storylines that I just don’t get. It’s like how is the jilted party supposed to be ok with that ever? And to me if my boyfriend ran off with my sister, my problem would be with my sister. Boyfriends do tend to come and go, but family is supposed to be forever.

bibliophilefiles replied to your photo “Let the wild rumpus start!“ Part of the 100 Books project, I was…”

what is the 100 book project?

The 100 Book project is my crazy quest to read all 100 of the 100 Books to Read in a Lifetime List that Amazon put out.  When I initially looked over the list, I realized I had only read 24 of the 100.  Which to me is pitiful!  Of course, I have read many other titles not listed, including a lot of the ‘classics’, just not a lot on the Amazon list.  So I decide it was time to start reading some great books while giving myself a bench mark.  I track my progress on GoodReads and My Booklist page.

I know you love books as much as me, so I bet you have read many on the list as well.  I loved checking to see what I had and had not read.  

P.S.  I love your blog!  Book Lovers are the BEST!!

10 Books That Stuck With Me

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag 10 friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

1) Arthur Golden’s Memoirs of a Geisha
2) Betty Smith’s A Tree Grows in Brooklyn
3) Leo Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina
4) Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love
5) Jane Austen’s Persuasion
6) Garth Stein’s The Art of Racing in the Rain
7) Anne Frank's Diary of a Young Girl
8) Nora Ephron’s Crazy Salad
9) Ralph Waldo Emerson’s Self-Reliance
10) David Sedaris' Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk

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Ten Books That Stuck With Me...

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

  1. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
  2. Animorphs by Katherine Applegate
  3. Small Steps by Louis Sachar
  4. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
  5. Princes in Exile by Mark Schreiber
  6. Until I Find You by John Irving
  7. All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
  8. Toughing It by Nancy Springer
  9. 19 Minutes by Jodi Picoult
  10. If I Asked You, Would You Stay? by Eve Bunting
Tag: Books that Stayed with Me

Rules: In a text post, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard - they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you.

Tag friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them!

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1. The Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling

2. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

3. Paper Towns by John Green

4. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

5. A People’s History of the United States by Howard Zinn

6. The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien

7. The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein

8. Warriors Don’t Cry by Melba Pattillo Beals

9. A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

10. The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis