book asks!


1. Libraries or bookstores?

2. Hardcover or paperback?

3. Hard copies or ereaders?

4. Bookmarks or dogears?

5. New books or worn books?


1. Genre?

2. Author?

3. Series?

4. Individual book?

5. Classic book?


1. Favorite time of day to read?

2. Favorite place to read?

3. Silence or background noise?

4. Preferred weather for reading?

5. Favorite reading-time snack?


1. Favorite childhood book?

2. Currently reading?

3. Book you want to read most?

4. Reading goals?

5. Book you could read forever?


1. Worst book you’ve read?

2. Book you couldn’t even finish?

3. Book you didn’t understand?

4. Most overrated book?

5. Problematic book?

AESTHETIC: (feel free to include pictures!)

1. Prettiest cover?

2. Best illustrations?

3. Favorite map in a book?

4. Best overall book aesthetic?

5. Ugliest book?


1. Scariest book?

2. Best fantasy world?

3. Funniest book?

4. Saddest book?

5. Book you would never want to read?


1. Character you wish to be friends with?

2. Favorite antagonist?

3. Favorite protag?

4. Favorite supporting?

5. Most-hated character?

Petition for Shakespearian English to come back so I can say famous overused quotes and sound sophisticated:

  • Thou missest 100% of the shots thou doest not take.
  • Thou canst never cross the ocean until thou hast the courage to lose sight of the shore.
  • Thy time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life.
  • Thou art a wizard, Harry.
  • Scared Potter? Thou wishest.  

BESSIE SMITH 1894–1937

One of the greatest American singers of the 20s and 30s, known for her powerful delivery and often called “The Empress of the Blues.” Her parents had both died by the time she was a teenager, and to earn money, Smith began performing on the streets of Chattanooga with her brother. In 1912, she joined a traveling troupe that boasted the successful blues singer Ma Rainey—Rainey would become her good friend and mentor. Though she started as a chorus dancer, Smith soon developed her own act, and in 1923 she signed a record deal with Columbia, releasing the first album on their new “race records” series. With the popularity of her song “Downhearted Blues,” she became the most successful blues singer of the time, earning enough to live lavishly and travel town to town in her own private train. She married her husband Jack Gee around the time her first album was released, but it was a rocky relationship, with affairs on both sides. Most of Smith’s infidelities were with other women in her troupe, which sparked frequent fights, and when Smith discovered her husband had been sleeping with another singer, they separated. During the Great Depression, the recording industry took a hit, as did Smith’s career. She started to make a comeback by transitioning into swing music, but it was cut short when she was killed in a car accident. For years her grave was left unmarked, until Janis Joplin bought her a tombstone in 1970.

In spring 1852, in one of the periodic nationwide selections for imperial consorts, a sixteen-year-old girl caught the eye of the emperor and was chosen as a concubine.  A Chinese emperor was entitled to one empress and as many concubines as he pleased.  In the court registry she was entered simply as ‘the woman of the Nala family’, with no name of her own.  Female names were deemed too insignificant to be recorded.  In fewer than ten years, however, this girl, whose name may have been lost for ever, had fought her way to become the ruler of China, and for decades - until her death in 1908 - would hold in her hands the fate of nearly one-third of the world’s population.  She was the Empress Dowager Cixi.
—  Empress Dowager Cixi: The Concubine Who Launched Modern China by Jung Chang

Back home for a day and picking up all my Tolkien books to take back to Uni with me. Found on old biography of Tolkien and I cracked up on the first page of the first chapter.

Seeing the pain of elderly traditionalists who probably think Evelyn Waugh is a genius get butthurt that Lord of the Rings was voted book of the century is incredibly satisfying.

It’s so melodramatic it hurts.

Alright love, calm the fuck down.

Keep your puritanism in your pocket, thanks.

You’d think the world was ending.  It’s fantastic.  It’s just 4 pages of pure unbridled old-people-raging-at-young-people tripe.

All the shots are taken from ‘Tolkien: Man and Myth’ by Joseph Pearce (1999).