book: the road goes ever on and on

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Rules: Tag ten people you want to know better. 

Birthday: June 4

Hometown: Bolton, Vermont

Relationship Status: I bought one plate at ikea

Your pet or pets’ name: Luna and Emma :“)

Favorite Color: ochre

Three Favorite Foods: sushi with some combo of egg, salmon and/or sweet potato, cheese & jam, roasted brussels sprouts

Last Song You Listened To: Falling - Xiu Xiu

Three Favorite Shows: Downtown Abbey, The Moomins, The Office?

Three Favorite Bands: The Body, Mount Eerie, Neutral Milk Hotel… also Coil but it doesn’t count bc it goes without saying

Three Favourite Movies: I suddenly can’t think of any movies that have ever existed. Fellowship of the Ring. MM: Fury Road? Kiki’s Delivery Service?

Book I’m Currently Reading: I’ve been "reading” A Little Life since last April, also restarting the Silmarillion

Favorite article of clothing: three-way tie between a cowl scarf, “examination of a witch” shirt from Salem, and a cut up tanktop of moose!baphomet

Something that always makes you smile: MBMBAM podcasts currently

Your best feature or favorite physical quality: I like my hands but my feet have good tattoos

Favorite picture of yourself:

tagging: @mirageofyouth @silent-tongues @qveeraskvlt @beelzebuttz idk who’s still around here or wants to do it, I’m curious about all y’all

MBTI types and J.R.R. Tolkien (books) Quotes

- It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit
- Faithless is the he that says farewell when the road darkens

- A men that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short-cut to meet it
- No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly

- You can only come to the morning through the shadow
- The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began… Now far ahead the road has gone, and I must follow if I can

- May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks
- Even the smallest person can change the course of the future

- All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost
- Long ago certain truths… were discovered and must always reappear

- Do not trouble your hearts overmuch with thoughts of the road ahead. Maybe the paths that you each shall tread are already laid before your feet, even though you do not see them
- It’s a dangerous business, going out of your door. You step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no telling where you might be swept off to

- I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are evil
- I am looking for someone to share in an adventure

- A single dreams is more powerful than a thousand realities
- The greatest adventure is what lies ahead. Today and tomorrow are yet to be said. The chances, the chances are all yours to make. The mold of you life is in your hands to decide

- I will not walk backward in life
- In life there be can be no victor, for death comes to all and smites them

- The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost
- All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us

- I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone
- Do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory… Love only that which they defend

- Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation
- There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for

- There is nothing like looking for something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were looking
- Courage is found unlikely places

- How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there’s no turning back
- If more of us value food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world

- Some believe that it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I’ve found. I found it is the small things. Everyday deeds by ordinary folk that keeps the darkness at bay
- It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life

- Still round the corner there may wait a new road or a secret gate
- May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out

(Hope you like it)

Dear Tolkien

Once upon a time when I was in an abyss of loneliness,
I saw nothing in the world but hatred and darkness.
Even when I stay in a house, I couldn’t call it my home.
I consider the world as a vast desert for me to roam. 

When I see a book of a golden ring,
I took it in.
I get to meet little Frodo,
his mischievous cousins, his loyal friend and his uncle Bilbo.
He ventured to a quest
following the road that goes ever on and on
and they never seemed to stop and rest
like me.

Dear Tolkien, 
thank you for saving me from the everlasting sadness.
When you came to my world, all its evil vanished.
Always on an adventure
for good measure.
Thank you so much for your gift.

I get to meet the Elvenking in his great halls,
Prince Legolas fires his arrows.
Aragorn the Ranger is dodging all harm far and narrow.
Great Gimli is grumbling about Elves.

I met the Man in the Moon,
and the Lady in the Sun, too!
The Singers of the Beginning are vocalising
while they stand against the Might Arising.

Dear Tolkien,
thank you for saving me from the everlasting sadness.
When you came to my world, all its evil vanished.
Always on an adventure
for good measure.
Thank you so much for your gift.

I never thought I’d find my exodus.
Never thought I’d meet benevolence within malevolence.
Never thought I’d find my confidence.
Never thought I’d be on stages once again.

I got to mourn, I got to smile
even if it was for a little while.
And if I leave Middle-earth for reality
Galadriel, Elrond, Bard, Thorin, Bofur,
Gloin, Oin, Balin, Dwalin, Bifur,
Kili, Fili, Dori, Nori, Ori,
among many, many others.
are just waiting for me.

When I come back, they all greet me with sweetest smiles and laughter,
it was unlike any other. 
They see me return from my exhausting journey,
they did not inquire harsh questions only asked
“How have you been?”
Far over the misty mountains cold,
much better than hoards of gems and gold
was the greatest world I could never leave.

Dear Tolkien,
thank you for saving me from the everlasting sadness.
When you came to my world, all its evil vanished.
Always on an adventure
for good measure.
Thank you so much for your gift.

You show me love of friends,
love of family.
Bad things to all villains.
Strength of seven brothers.

This is never the end.


Placing bookmarks within the pages of destiny


Give us a birthday roar, Leo! Don’t be afraid of attracting a little attention – this is YOUR month, and you’re already turning heads! Your vibe, aura, energy, whatever you want to call it – it’s off the charts and you’re finding that people are increasingly attracted to your outgoing, vibrant spirit. Put that energy to good use to dive headfirst into those passion projects you’ve been toying with for the past few months! If birthdays are good for anything, they’re for reminding us of how far we’ve come, and how far we have yet to go. Reflect on what you’ve accomplished, and celebrate it! But don’t stop there. You’ve been granted another year, so isn’t it time to make the most of it? That said, the time has come to give yourself a little bit more care and attention. I know this doesn’t come easily to you; you tend to prefer to give rather than take, and feel more comfortable putting others before yourself. Admirable, to be sure, but there are times you need to listen to your intuition, make yourself a priority. You may find yourself in situations where a choice must be made: your happiness, or someone else’s? Draw your inspiration from your lucky book this month, an incredible tale of family ties, and the complications that arise when love is pitted against loyalty. When are our sacrifices worth it? Are some things more important than family, than love? When your allegiances are tested, what holds true? Ultimately, Leo, the choice is always up to you – and you have another year of wisdom and experience under your belt. Draw from that, and then do your best not to look back.

LUCKY BOOK: Home Fire by Kamila Shamsie


It’s August, Virgo! Your birthday looms ever closer in the horizon, and you know what that means: time for some deep cleaning. What have you attracted in the past year that you know (perhaps only very deep down) it’s time to let go of? What has been dragging you down and stopping you from living your best life? Whatever those things are, this is your time to attack them with a bottle of your most high-powered cleaning spray and the coarsest washrag you own. You know better than anyone, Virgo, the freedom and joy in scrubbing at some hard-packed grit, and clearing it away to reveal the gleaming surface underneath. Half-hearted commitments, projects that have long soured, fake friendships – these are all areas you can tackle! It can be very difficult, sometimes almost unbearably so, to let go of the old way of seeing or doing things, especially if you’ve become accustomed to certain negative ideas or people to the point that they feel like home, like normal. But that’s no reason to continue clinging to them once you’ve seen the light. The 14-year-old heroine of your lucky book this month learns this lesson in some of most harrowing ways, but her journey to freedom is one you won’t soon forget. Take heart, Virgo, and remember that you are ultimately the master of your own fate. You hold the power – and the Windex!

LUCKY BOOK: My Absolute Darling by Gabriel Tallent


It’s August, Libra, and rather than succumb to the Sunday blues (it is the Sunday of the calendar year, after all), you’re continuing the summer fun at full throttle. Your current happy place is within a large crowd lately, and lucky for you, we’re still in the heart of music festival season. But there may be more to it than just posing for the street fashion photographers at Lollapalooza and AfroPunk: you genuinely enjoy the sheer excitement and co-mingling of ideas that bubbles from being among a group of creative individuals. Not only are your friends your lifeline this month, offering you constant emotional support and accompanying you on hilarious adventures you can only share on your private blog, but even the strangers you meet may spark some new avenues of creativity you’ve never explored. Follow this impulse to profit from the collective; keep seeking new activities and areas where you can expand. You’re drawing from the most ancient instinct of living things: the compulsion to not only grow, but to change. Each new experience and memory is helping you develop into the person you’re supposed to become, a person markedly different from who you were ten years ago, twenty minutes ago, six months ago. So is it any wonder that your lucky book this month is a fascinating study of the way we think about evolutionary biology? The most minute quirks of DNA mutation can influence an entire species for generations – pathways that emerge from seemingly nowhere that take life to the completely unexpected places. Every action, every decision you make has an undeniable reverb effect that you may or may not ever discover, so come on, Libra. Let’s see what you’ve got up your sleeve next – and don’t skimp on the silly group photos, either.

LUCKY BOOK: Improbable Destinies by Jonathan B. Losos


“I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind.” Wise words from the late great Notorious B.I.G., and your mantra for this month, Scorpio! You’re all about that paper in August: you’ve been working hard, building your network, taking professional risks, and now, getting ready to reap the rewards. What form it will take remains to be seen, so don’t count any unhatched chickens. But one thing is clear: your ambition is going to take you far. Perhaps even history books far. Who knows? But while your career continues to soar to meteoric heights, don’t forget about the people who helped you get there: your friends. Female friendships in particular are going to be crucial this month. After all, you can only work but so much, and an unfortunate side effect of putting in major hours at the office is missing out on some quality time with your chosen family. So whenever you can, be sure to make time for some much-needed gossip fests or movie marathons. You need a counterbalance to the stress of the job, and reveling in the love and appreciation of your besties is a surefire way to not lose your mind during this exciting, but admittedly draining time. And who better to draw comfort from, than your fiercest supporters? Of course, if you’re looking for another source of encouragement, maybe the more literary kind, your lucky book this month is a testament to what the human mind can achieve. Not only that, but the myriad effects that innovation that have on society as a whole. From artificial intelligence, to the barcode, to IKEA’s Billy bookcase, there is a backstory to every object you take for granted, and many of them will surprise you. So, Scorpio, now we have to know…what will your backstory be? How will you make your mark on history?

LUCKY BOOK: Fifty Inventions That Shaped the Modern Economy by Tim Harford


The road goes ever on and on, Sagittarius, and this is your month to experience it firsthand! That stirring you’ve been feeling to get out and explore? Now is when you give in. And let’s be clear: this doesn’t mean you should max out your credit card and fly to the opposite end of the globe, swathing yourself in scratchy fabrics and embarking on a life-threatening quest. It is completely up to you (and your budget) where to go, how to get there, what do to there, and how long to stay. Want to spend a weekend in Nantucket? Wonderful! Want to spend a month in your childhood home? Fantastic! Wherever you go, there you are, so use this time of separation from your usual to become even more in tune with yourself and any spiritual, mental, psychological scores you need to settle. Don’t underestimate the benefits of retreating from the typical trappings of your usual life; even if you don’t venture as far as you’d like to this time, take the time to sit still. Look around. Breathe. Say hello to a stranger. If your journey has taken you abroad, try to learn a few sentences in the local language. And most importantly, find a quiet place and comfy chair to disappear into your lucky book this month: the story of a young boy who has also left his home, but (hopefully) for very different reasons. Chased by dark forces, he is forced to travel across a hot, empty desert plain – completely alone, until he encounters an old goatherd. Their paths thus intertwined, they must learn the rules of this harsh new country together. A thrilling vacation read, cautionary tale, humbling parable – let this searing story be whatever you need it to be, while you bask in the unknown of your own brand new corner of the world.

LUCKY BOOK: Out in the Open by Jesús Carrasco


Is it warm in here, or is it just me? Oh, wait – no, it’s just YOU. Cap, there’s really no other way to put it: you’re hot this month, and if no one has begun shooting you some furtive glances, they’re coming. This is your month for smooth seduction, and there’s absolutely no shame in that! Whether it’s an old flame or a new spark, the romantic interludes will be robust and who knows, may lead to something more. Keep your options open, and do yourself a favor? Save the spicy details for your journal. Active as your group text might be, you don’t need to share every encounter with four of your closest friends, not unless you enjoy the nonstop interrogation that is sure to follow! Sometimes keeping some secrets to yourself can make the most benign affair even more exciting, and after all, don’t you deserve some excitement? That said, Cap, don’t completely lose your head in the whirlwind of these new flings – keep one eye on your finances, too! Finding a much lower bank balance than expected is a surefire way to bring an ecstatic high to a crashing low, so be proactive and maybe decline some of the more extravagant date invitations…unless the other party is treating, of course! Your lucky book this month is a mesmerizing account of a young girl’s mission to learn her mother and grandmother’s history – a winding journey through truths and half-truths, memories of love, abandonment, betrayal, and new beginnings – to, in turn, better understand herself. It’s a beautiful, moving testament to the fleeting nature of life, and the lessons we learn in youth that become invaluable to the generations to come. So go ahead, have some fun this month. Hit it while it’s hot.

LUCKY BOOK: I’m Supposed to Protect You from All This by Nadja Spiegelman


Aquarius, Aquarius, Aquarius. You’ve been living large and in charge all summer, and it looks incredibly good on you. It seems like you’ve got it all figured out: job, home, friendships, fitness – you name it, you’ve conquered it. Well, okay, there’s one area that can use some development. You’ve been so focused on getting yourself in order over the past few weeks (or perhaps months!) that you’ve allowed your independence to push away a potential special someone. Maybe someone came to mind just now, maybe not. But this is the month to open up that part of your heart once more: even if you don’t feel ready to enter into anything serious, consider putting some time and effort towards building or re-building something a person who gets you. Sometimes you just need a person to keep you in check, to support your more wacky ideas, to hold your hands before you take major risk. Knowing that someone you care about always has your back can be incredibly freeing – not necessarily limiting or confining, as you may have been led to believe. As long as the lines of communication are open, the cards are on the table, and you’re both open to each others’ needs, there is no reason that a healthy, successful life cannot include someone you can call a partner – with as many or as few stipulations or boundaries as you both desire. Your lucky book this month is a spellbinding and unforgettable collection of short stories that will shed a brand new and sometimes discomfiting light on the nature of our relationships, whether romantic, familial, or otherwise. Sometimes entering a world gone slightly topsy-turvy can help us better appreciate our own – and avoid the mistakes of the characters we come to know and love, even in the space of a few pages.

LUCKY BOOK: What It Means When a Man Falls from the Sky by Lesley Nneka Arimah


Rise and shine, Pisces! This month, you’re feeling and looking fantastic – muscles tightening, blood flowing, skin glowing! No more late nights squinting at your phone; you’re tucking in early to avoid being sluggish the next morning. Midday bag of chips? Not for you – a brisk walk to get a fresh smoothie has become your new habit. Between your improved diet and consistent gym attendance, you’re right on track to achieve the sort of health goals you once found nearly impossible. And it’s a good thing too, considering how things have picked up at work! You need all your wits about you as you go through these hectic days and late nights, so keep up the good work. We do only get one body, after all, and it’s always in your best interests to keep it healthy and happy. And while we know work is pretty intense right now, you know what they saw about all work and no play, right? Even though it may seem wrong to inject some fun into such a go-go-go month, you need to let your hair down once in awhile and give yourself some time to relax and let loose. So that date you’ve been putting off? Just say yes! Enjoy the attention, show off all that exercise you’ve been doing! If you’re looking for some romantic ideas, might we suggest a homemade dinner date for two? You may be committed to new fit lifestyle, but that doesn’t mean all of your meals should be bland and oat-filled all the time. Your lucky book this month is sure to give you some delicious inspiration for some flavorful meals, as well as general tips and tricks for adding a special touch to your cooking, whether the recipe comes out of a book or not. Bon appetit!

LUCKY BOOK: The Art of Flavor by Daniel Patterson and Mandy Aftel


Beautiful Aries! This month is YOUR TIME. Your confidence is through the roof right now – or if it isn’t it should be! You’re turning heads left and right, friends and acquaintances alike are clamoring for your attention, and the dating prospects aren’t looking too shabby either! Basically, you’re totally owning it this month, and we couldn’t be more happy for you. As summer winds to a close, take full advantage of these final few weeks: enjoy a vacation day or two, bask in the sunshine, sip some frozé with a group of friends at noon. In other words, live!!! Enjoy it; life is fleeting anyway! Of course, a word of caution: no matter how amazing you look and feel, using the world as your red carpet can have its drawbacks. Keep a tight grip on your wallet, and be careful of what you post on social media. Money is not everlasting, but that regrettable photo from 4 AM absolutely is! Leave the tabloid-worthy blunders to the celebrities, and recognize when it’s time to leave the party. Speaking of, your lucky book this month will be right up your alley: a whip-smart, hilarious deep dive into the world of celebrity culture, what feeds our obsession, and what effect internet fame has on our culture at large. Walk like the street is your red carpet – and then enjoy cozying up in bed with this book, comforted by the fact that there isn’t paparazzi just outside your door.

LUCKY BOOK: The Stars in Our Eyes by Julie Klam


Don’t let anyone make you feel bad for being a homebody, Taurus. This month, you’re really into the warmth and comfort (or should we say air conditioning and comfort?) that comes from being safely ensconced at home, surrounded by your books, blankets, and favorite snacks. Maybe you’re finally get around to that deep cleaning you’ve been saying you’d undertake since the beginning of May, or there’s a room that’s just dying for a fresh coat of bright new paint. Or maybe the time has come to say farewell to your current place entirely, and try to find some digs. However you slice it, your priority this month is taking care of your sacred space, and reevaluating what the significance of that space means for you. It is a place of solitude and meditation, where you can escape the endless grind of the outside world? Is it a fortress for you and your closest loved one, where you can all be your unapologetic selves? Is it simply a place of refuge, where you can rest assured that in this tiny corner of the universe, you are safe, independent, and in control? You may find that you have much in common with the protagonist of your lucky book this month, a fiercely opinionated young woman who is on a quest to find a place she can rely on as home. Trapped in that infuriating liminal space between cultures, between countries, and does her best to carve for herself, everywhere she goes, a place that rests entirely under her control, a place where she can feel, even in miniature, that she is in a safe, familiar place. It’s a stunning tale that will put into sharp perspective one of the most pressing human rights issues of our time – pick it up whenever you feel yourself getting a little bit too serious about paint swatches.

LUCKY BOOK: Refuge by Dina Nayeri


Gemini, what’s good? You haven’t had the best few weeks, but it’s a month, a new day, and life is going to have to come a little harder than that to keep you down. Luckily, this month you’re all about that extra support: partnerships and close friendships are where you’ll thrive, and it won’t feel too crowded, or like a betrayal of your own independence – we promise. The key is to make sure the people you choose to surround yourself with add a special something that you wouldn’t be able to find elsewhere. Who makes you feel like your best self? Your most capable self? Your most ambitious self? Who lights that creative fire? Understand that while self-sufficiency is important, and your reliance on your own wisdom and wits is one of your best attributes, it can never hurt to solicit input and guidance from someone who can push you to aim even higher, and vice versa! So put yourself out there, be proactive. You can’t expect everything to come to you. Your lucky book this month is a short, trippy examination of race and class that follows a most unusual character in her quest for authenticity. Like you, she wonders who she really is, who she wants to be, and how – or who – can help her become that person? While you will undoubtedly avoid some of the more absurd situation she finds herself in, there is much to learn from her internal dialogue as she fumbles for ‘realness.’ Find your person (or people!), Gemini, but don’t lose sight of yourself in the process. You’re smarter and more resourceful than you know. Remember that!

LUCKY BOOK: New People by Danzy Senna


Up and at'em, Cancer! You’ve had a leisurely summer, laying back and enjoying the ocean breeze, marathoning your summer shows and sampling mimosas at every brunch spot in town. We don’t begrudge you living the unbothered life to the fullest, but alas, it truly isn’t a party if it happens every night. And unfortunately, it’s time for the party to end – for the time being. But you were sort of ready to kick it back into high gear anyway, weren’t you? You have a bit too much active energy to spend the rest of the summer whiling away the hours fruitlessly. This doesn’t mean you should throw all of your effort into the first opportunity that presents itself: be forward-thinking, but strategic. Know what you want, and then go after it. Get your feet wet at a few mixers and networking events so you can get some inside scoop on what’s for grabs, who to know, where to show up and show out. So go on, have at it! Dust off that resume, iron that button down. It’s time to start getting yourself back into the game. We understand that the transition back to the real world may be jarring, but you’re not a delicate flower; you can take a bit of unease and horror in your downtime literature. Your lucky book this month is a haunting short story collection that will raise the hair on your arms in the very best way. Both love story and cautionary way, it’s the absolute best selection for this month, when you need to be kept on your toes – although we highly recommend not saving this one to read right before bed.

LUCKY BOOK: Fever Dream by Samanta Schweblin

“The road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.”

MBTI - the types on your birthday

based on a mix of people i know + the type’s strengths/weaknesses

INTJ: Takes a metaphor too literally and gets you something really insane, is kind of judging you for wanting it but you can’t really tell that they are

INTP: Never gave any signs they knew it was your birthday, silently gives you the item you’ve been raving about

ENTJ: Forgot about your birthday, covers up by making all your friends execute their plan for a perfect party, you never suspect a thing 

ENTP: Argues with all the other types about your gifts, eventually gives up because they need to get you a present too 

INFJ: Spends months searching for the perfect gift, gives you something really meaningful from a conversation you two had like five years ago and acts like it was no big deal that they found it

INFP: Gives you a souvenir from this really cool trip they took, very possibly gives souvenirs to everyone else in your friend group too because they don’t want people to feel left out

ENFJ: Gets you a gift, falls in love with it, goes back and buys a second one so they can keep the first

ENFP: Makes you a super big playlist of songs that you already love/will fall in love with, accidentally puts clips of their favorite memes at the very end

ISTP: Bakes some crazy recipe for your party because they want to branch out, they think it’s kind of gross but everyone else loves it

ISFP: Super insecure about how much you’ll read into it and if it’s good enough but the present they get is actually awesome

ESTP: Takes you + your friends on a super awesome road trip that’s a ton of fun and ends up staying on the road

ESFP: Gets you a really deep book and slips a twenty-dollar gift card for your favorite service in the chapter you’ll like most

ISTJ: Goes out and gets a carefully calculated revenge on everyone who has ever harmed you, never tells you they’ve done it but your life gets a lot better all of a sudden

ISFJ: Gets you a really cool gift, has fun at the party, and leaves the moment it’s acceptable to go. They really were having a really fun time there though.

ESTJ: Takes you to your favorite restaurant, you all chill out and have a really fun relaxed time doing the activities that they’ve planned out for you. 

ESFJ: Super proud parent, buys you clothes probably, smiles all around

Friday October 13, 2017: The Day Thranduil Changed The World

My Facebook mail box keeps filling up with people I don’t know talking about Tolkien. What’s going on here? Fan girls, the perpetual tagging with Lee Pace (the real guy)–what’s happening? You do realize I am prone to hyperventilating in crowds, @fortunatelyclevercandy. This isn’t what I think it is, is it? I can’t be “that way” right now. I need to buy clothes to wear that came from this decade.

You know, I normally wouldn’t care. Why should I care? I mean, at this point in my life, I might a well just throw in the towel, marry one of a myriad of idiots I seem to attract like moths to a flame, have a kid or two and forget any of this ever happened. I mean, I wrote my first book while my Dad was still here. That was the plan all along. Sadly, those lackadaisical fantasies are gone forever. I started to like this book. I have 924 pages done right now just for Thranduil’s book alone (two versions of Book II, of course). It will be as long (if not longer) as The Lord of the Rings 50th Anniversary Edition–a nice doorstop.

Originally posted by lindir

It is only a matter of time before Lee Pace shows up, @fortunatelyclevercandy. You know how awkward it will be to talk to the person who inspired an entire Tolkien-esque trilogy about the elves of the Woodland Realm based entirely on the sound of his voice and a look in his eye? That is not an exaggeration–that is the truth. Tolkien inspired me to find the elf in his world I knew Lee was.

Originally posted by dailyczj

–God, I just know that I this is going to turn into the public relations nightmare from hell–

Originally posted by missrozalia

Look, if The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy gets anymore attention, then I’m going to have to change my name to Holly Golightly and move to Tuscany. I just got a message yesterday from a self-proclaimed “Tolkien-phile” telling me he’s going to pass this book along to other “Tolkien-philes” he knows like a joint at Woodstock and there will be zero chance that the Tolkien Estate is not going to find out about this book if that happens–

–unless, of course you count the person that mistook my story for a new Tolkien novel and sent an email directly to The Tolkien Estate asking about it–

Originally posted by dailyczj

–God, I just know that I this is going to turn into the public relations nightmare from hell–

Based on what this lovely person told me, they asked the REAL Tolkien Estate, they left them with a message something to the effect of “When/where is the book about Thranduil coming out”, thinking of course, my book was a bonafide Tolkien novel. Something like that.

Originally posted by dailyczj

Whoever wanted a “film” about Thranduil, @bellevox, @thranduilings  @thranduilthings, @elven-nicknacks, @thranduilsqueen, @themiddleearthworldoftolkien, @freakingvantastic, @storytimeteller1, @emitis17, @leepace71, @kerstin1864, @kelcipher, @babschwi, you just got closer to that reality–closer than anyone has ever come before.

It is no longer in the world of wondering of what if it could be done. It has moved into the realm of it could be done. It still has a long way to go–it’s just now it probably is a shorter distance.

Anything can happen, @fortunatelyclevercandy and it probably will. I was hoping I had time to think about submitting to the Tolkien Estate and it would be at the end of the book. Well, I guess Thranduil’s story is headed into the stratosphere now–not only that, there a two different endings to choose.

I can’t say it’s impossible anymore and neither can anyone else who said it couldn’t be done. I didn’t start out wanting this to happen–I just wanted to finish something while my father was still with me on this earth. I wanted to make him proud of me. I’m glad he was here when I finished my first book dedicated to him. I never expected any of this–The Kingdom of the Woodland Realm Trilogy began as just another story about Thranduil in a sea of Thranduils. For whoever has been reading, thank you. You made this all possible.

You asked me once, “what would you call this book”, @fortunatelyclevercandy. Fan-fiction? Part of Tolkien’s world? I call it a miracle. No matter where it ends up, it changed my life and has changed the way people look at Thranduil. He’s come into his own–he has truly become Thranduil Everlasting. His story has been told and it will never be forgotten.

“Tell them I am more than the Elvenking. I have a name as they well know. They may not want to hear it nor say it, but you will tell them that I am Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood.”–Book II/Chapter I: I am Thranduil by J. Marie Miller

There are no accidents in this world. Everything happens for a reason.


“The road goes ever on

under cloud and under star

yet feet that wandering have gone

turn at last to home afar.

Eyes that fire and sword have seen

and horror in the halls of stone

look at last on meadows green

and trees and hills

they long have known.”

-The Hobbit J.R.R Tolkien

The Hobbit is one of my all time favorite book (because I could never pick one), I have read it more times that I can remember.  It is one of those books that is home, whose characters are friends I will forever love and hold close to my heart.

Movie Marathons - Zach Werenski

Originally posted by detroitundeadwings

A/N: Hey guys! I am so sorry for not posting an imagine in so long, I feel like an absolute piece of trash for making you all wait so long! I made this one a big longer in hopes of making it up to you guys. Also I apologize to all the people who sent in requests, I am working on them and they will be posted ASAP!! Also a big thank you to everyone for sticking around throughout my drought, I love you all for that!! Requests will remain open and I will work extremely hard to get them written and posted within a reasonable amount of time! Have a wonderful day/night, and until the next time I post

Anon Request: could I request a Zach Werenski imagine where the two of you are close friends but get into a huge argument and one of you let it slip that you have feelings for the other? thank you so much! I love your writing!

Warnings: probably a few curse words


Moving to Columbus, Ohio with your best friend was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Zach spoiled you rotten, buying you books, snacks, clothes, and anything you really wanted or needed. In return you cooked healthy dinners for him, did his laundry, and kept him on schedule. But the best things about living together was the Friday Night Movie Marathons you and Zach had every week. Movie plans were definitely easier to arrange when living in the same apartment.

It goes without saying, Friday Night Movie Marathons didn’t always happen on Fridays. Zach was a professional hockey player; he had games to attend, road trips to go on, charity events to participate in and sometimes those things landed on a Friday. So when that happens, you and Zach move the Movie Marathons to his next day off. But recently things had been changing.

Every time you and Zach were supposed to have a movie night, Zach would cancel last minute.

When you were in front of Zach, you’d just hide your disappointment and brush off the canceled plans like it was nothing but the truth was, it broke your heart when Zach canceled. The thought of him going out and possibly meeting someone better than you destroyed you. The fact that he had thousands of girls just throwing themselves at him made you nervous. At any moment he could pick any girl and it made you sick know that it wouldn’t be you because you were… well, you! And it was imperative that Zach never found out you felt this way or else it would ruin your years of friendship, and you’d lose him forever.

Tonight though, Zach promised it would just be the two of you hanging out. He promised that he would be home at 8pm on the dot. He promised to turn his phone off. And he promised to sit down and watch every movie you pick out without complaining. The deal seemed fair, seeing as he had canceled on you for the last month and a half. He even had a bunch of junk food and snacks delivered to the apartment so the two of you had plenty to eat.

Currently, you were in the kitchen struggling to scoop ice cream into a separate bowl for yourself. The ice cream was frozen solid and Zach wasn’t home yet, so you were trying to muscle it out yourself but all you were doing was deforming the container. A few minutes later, the door to your shared apartment opened as you groaned in frustration and slammed the spoon down on the counter.

“Woah, take it easy there, (Y/N),” Zach teased. He pushed the apartment door closed behind him as he walked towards the kitchen to see what was frustrating you.

Looking up at the sound of Zach’s voice, your heart fluttered. He was dressed nicely in one of his game day suits, and you felt your cheeks heat up but you made sure not to miss a beat.

“You are just in time,” you stated. Both you and Zach turned to look at the microwave which displayed the time 8:00.


“And you are just in time to help me scoop the ice cream,” you said. Zach looked down at the mangled container and laughed.

“Is that what’s frustrating you?” Zach asked, pointing at the ice cream mess.

“Yeah, it’s too hard for me, so get to it muscles,” you said. You took a step out of the way so Zach could scoop the ice cream for you.

“Really, (Y/N)? I knew you weren’t very strong but, ice cream?” Zach asked.

“It’s frozen solid, and I refuse to put it in the microwave because then it gets to warm and soupy and it just never tastes the same afterwards,” you whined.

“Well, how about we put it in the fridge over night to thaw out a little? It’ll still be cold tomorrow, just not as hard,” Zach suggested. He took the ice cream container off the counter and put it in the fridge, the spoon still jammed in the ice cream block.

“That’s fine, we still have plenty of snacks for our movie night,” you said excitedly. You grabbed Zach’s hand and began running towards the living room. When you grabbed his hands, you expected to pull him to the living room behind you but he didn’t move an inch. You turned around to look at Zach who was looking down at the ground, instead of you.

“So, about tonight,” Zach started. He lifted his head to look at you, his expression wasn’t what you expected… he was smiling?

“You’re canceling on me again, aren’t you?” you asked.

“Yeah, but it’s for a good reason,” Zach said. You let go of Zach’s hand and took a step back from him.

“I don’t care what the reason is, just go,” you said disappointedly. You turned away from Zach but before you could get far, Zach stopped you. He grabbed your hand and spun you around.

“You ok?” Zach asked. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts and emotions, shoving them to the back of your mind where they would stay until Zach left.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied. Zach’s expression filled with excitement… he actually bought my lie? We’ve been friends for how long and he still can’t tell when I’m lying?

“Good, now go get dressed,” Zach said.

“What? Why am I going to get dressed?” you asked. You had little hope that this was so Zach could take you on a date.

“You have a date,” Zach said.

“I don’t remember arranging any such thing,” you replied.

“That’s because you didn’t, I did,” Zach said.

“Why would you do that?” you asked.

Me and Motte were doing this thing where we set each other up on blind dates, and I thought you’d be a good fit for him,” Zach explained.

“I don’t do blind dates,” you said.

“Don’t think of it as a blind date, you know Tyler and he knows you. It’s just a regular date,” Zach said. You shook your hand out of Zach’s grip and took another step back from him.

“Call it what you want but I’m not doing it,” you stated.

“But why?” Zach asked.

“Because tonight’s our movie night and you’ve been blowing me off for over a month. The guys want me to go out with them, everyone’s going out tonight, the Chainsmokers are in town, a new movie came out yesterday and I;m gonna go see it with Wenny, I had a rough day at practice… I’m sick of all the excuses!! We’ve been doing these movie marathons for years now, if you don’t wanna do them anymore just say something!” you said angrily.

“(Y/N), it’s just a movie night. Tonight is your chance to get a boyfriend, Tyler seems to be really into you,” Zach said.

“To you it’s just a movie night, to me it’s more than that… These movie nights are-” you looked at Zach. He obviously wasn’t following what you were saying and it broke your heart. “Ya know what? Nevermind, Zach. Tell Tyler I’m sorry and that I wish him the best of luck in finding someone.”

You spun around once again, this time you were planning on going to your room but just like the previous times, you were stopped by Zach.

“No, Y(/N). You can’t do that, you can’t just start saying something and stop. What are these movie nights so important to you?” Zach asked.

“We just don’t spend time together anymore,” you said.

“We live together, (Y/N). How much more time do you wanna spend together?” Zach asked with a laugh.

“I don’t know,” you said quickly. You gaze fell to the ground as you contemplated your options. 

I can tell Zach how I feel and possibly ruin our friendship, or I make something up and go on this date with Tyler. I mean, Motte was a sweet guy… he just wasn’t THE guy.

“(Y/N),” Zach said stepping closer to you. He lifted your head, forcing you to look at him. “Tell me what’s really wrong.”

“Nothing, I’m just gonna go get dressed,” you said, walking away from Zach. You reached the couch when Zach started talking.

“You can’t run from your problems, (Y/N)! You always used to come to me with your problems and we’d talk but now you don’t!” Zach shouted. You spun around and took a step towards the kitchen so you could clearly see Zach.

“That’s because you keep canceling on me!! How am I supposed to tell you about my problems if you keep going out where we’re supposed to hang out?!” You shouted back.

“Is it such a problem that I wanna go out and socialize?! I have a life too, ya know? You should try it sometime, maybe you can find someone to take the stick outta your ass!” Zach said.

“Screw you, Zach! I should’ve known this would happen,” you said.

“What are you talking about now?!” Zach asked.

“You are so fucking blind!” you said.


“I love you, Zach! I’ve been in love with you fro years now and these movie nights were as close to a date as I’d get with you,” you said. You looked down at the ground again, bracing yourself for Zach’s response.

In a few large strides, Zach was right in front of you. His body pressed against yours. In one swift motion, Zach placed his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head. And without missing a single beat, Zach caught your lips in the kiss you have dreamt about for years.

The kiss didn’t last as long as you wanted it to, Zach being the one to pull away first. You slowly fluttered your eyes open to see Zach smiling down at you.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Zach said softly. He pecked your lips gently, a large smile growing on your face. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was afraid of ruining our friendship,” you said. You reached up and placed your hands on top of Zach’s hands.

“Nothing can ruin our friendship,” Zach said. You moved his hands from your cheeks, intertwining your fingers with his.

“So, you up for a movie night?” you asked shyly.

“I would love too,” Zach said. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and began guiding you over to the couch where you had a bundle of blankets and pillows waiting.

“Awesome! I have a list of movies on my phone and we have to watch them all!” You said with growing excitement.

“I can’t wait,” Zach said.

“We can go through the list alphabetically, by genre, rating, release date-”

“Baby, we will watch the movies in whatever order you want,” Zach said with a laugh. You plopped down on the couch, looking up at Zach as he undid his tie.

After discarding his tie, Zach slipped off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the chair by the couch. He kicked off his shoes, and untucked his shirt, slightly revealing his magnificent abs. Your eyes never left him once, curious and entertained by his little strip show.

“What are you doing?” you asked. Zach slipped off his belt, tossing it onto the chair with his tie.

“Getting comfortable,” Zach said nonchalantly.

“Sorry, do carry on,” you said. Zach unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it onto the chair to accompany the rest of his clothes. Next to come off were his pants.

“Alright, scoot over,” Zach said. He comfortable slid onto the couch, placing himself between your body and the back of the couch. His arms wrapped around your waist and his head rested on your shoulder, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek before letting out a deep breath.

“I feel a bit… overdressed,” you said.

“Don’t worry. We’ll fixed that later,” Zach whispered. Your cheeks burned red, thoughts of you and Zach’s future together causing butterflies in your stomach.

Moving to Columbus, Ohio was definitely the best decision you ever made in your life.

gigi-tastic  asked:

I just wanted to say thank you for writing. I found your books about 3 years ago. 5 years ago yesterday my mother died suddenly. 3 years ago next week my grandmother was killed on her way to pick me up. I think I started Sparrow Hill Road a few weeks before or just after she died. That book... It saved me. I hadn't really allowed myself to grieve for my mother and by the time my grandmother was killed I refused to deal. That book really helped me and all your other books made me see life goes on

You are so very, very welcome, and honestly, I am so grateful to you for telling me this.  I am a person whose life has been saved by books.  All I ever wanted was the chance to save someone else.

Thank you.


A/N: this is a gift for the beautiful @petalstofish on her birthday (surprise it’s early!) love u bby and I hope this satisfies your cravings for jily au fluff.  I’m so glad we’re friends and I’m sending lots of happiness and loves for your birthday <3 <3 

Note, this is a continuation of perpetuus so you should read that one first.

Also available on FF and Ao3

(Side note I’m planning to continue this woo, so tell me what you think plz)

The months after James and Lily’s final defeat of Riddle are a mix of recovery, boredom, academic discussion, and snogging, in varying degrees, depending on which of the foursome you ask.  

At some point, James decides his first foray into life in a new century would be learning the modern cooking arts, aided by a broad volume on ‘women in the home’ he found during a jaunt into town with Remus.  He’s prodding the chicken in the oven curiously when Lily pads into the kitchen, toe-pinching boots and scratchy tights forgone in the lazy company she keeps.

Still, her hair is always groomed, either in graceful braids looping around her head or long and glistening in the sunlight, depending on her planned activities for the day, which includes considering how wild she wants to drive James.  Bare toes skipping across the polished wood floor, Lily manages to catch James unawares as he straightens from his examination of their dinner.

James stutters in his movements for a moment, but quickly pulls her arms around his waist, knitting their fingers together, and sighs, warm and rumbling against her chest.  “Sirius, I didn’t know you felt this way.”

Pinching his middle, Lily pulls back as James closes the oven door with a careful smack.  Expertly, Lily pushes herself onto the stretch of workspace relatively free of flour and watches as James consults the recipe again, squinting at the unfamiliar letters he’s been learning with shocking ease.  Legs kicking out in random circles, Lily leans back on her palms. “Are you squinting because you’re confused or because you can’t see?”

“I’m not blind Lily, I see you right in front of me,” James drawls with entirely too much sass, “Red hair, bare toes, bright green eyes like a doe.”

He can probably see the flush on her cheeks too, but Lily brushes past it and blinks coquettishly, shooing James back and raising her hand somewhere near her head.  “Yes, but can you see how many fingers I’ve raised?”

“Four?” he tries with forced confidence.

“None James.  I’ve raised none,” Lily sighs, sliding down from the counter and striding forward until her clenched fist is held in front of his face, “We’re going to the optometrist.”

Her hands find the sides of his face; cheeks rough with a few days’ stubble, and tug down until his nose is pressed against hers.  “You can’t see for shit, m’dear.”

James blinks slowly, once, twice, his dark lashes curling against his honeyed skin.  “Is that right?”

A nod, and his breath fans across her cheekbone.  Then her hands are in his hair, dark loops curling wildly between her fingers as she presses her lips to his, soft and questioning.  James sighs against her mouth, deepening the kiss, arms banding around her waist, firm but gentle.  They break apart, just a breath and Lily almost moans at the loss of contact. “You don’t need to keep walking around like you’re blind for me to kiss you James.”

“I’m not sure I want to add another item to my daily dressing. This century is already entirely too accessorized,” James murmurs, nuzzling at her jawline, “What’s the motivation?”

He kisses her, confident and seeking and Lily nearly forgets their conversation when James nimble fingers work the combs from her hair and they fall with a clatter to the tabletop. Still, she manages to pick the thread back up, despite James’ pleasing ministrations.  “The – ah – motivation is better,” James has worked his way back to her mouth by now, and she’s temporarily delayed, “quality of life.”

Pulling away, James smirks, his face flushed and his eyes blown wide and glassy.  “My ‘quality of life’ is pretty fantastic at the moment, Lily.”

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S1E13 King Memses’ Curse

And living it to the hilt she did. Other than opening a lady detective agency and bringing her sister’s killer and many other criminals to justice, she flew airplanes with impeccable skills, became Madame President of the Adventuress Club, participated in the road rally race, performed topless fan dance at the Imperial Club, submerged in the water chamber for over 4 minutes, sponsored the first Fisher International Tennis Tournament… The list goes on and on.

By the way, I wonder if she did eventually learn Abyssinian, perfect her barefoot dancing, or scale Kilimanjaro higher than the first hiker’s hut. Also, did she ever repeat the feat of “wing walking” as described in “Flying Too High” (the second book of the Phryne Fisher series)? It would be fantastic if they work that into the movie, wouldn’t it?

(Posted 05-Jan-2018)

anonymous asked:

what is smekday pls enlighten me!

I will indeed enlighten you! :D

The True Meaning of Smekday is a book by Adam Rex. It is literally my favorite book.

Look at that bitchin’ cover art.

It’s the story of Gratuity “Tip” Tucci, world’s most hella rad 11 year old, who goes on the greatest road trip ever in a hovercar, driving across the barren wasteland of the US after an alien race called the Boov forces all humans to move to Arizona. It’s creative and hilarious and smart and really, really deep sometimes, and also there’s literally four pages of “meows” so that alone should convince you to read it.

Other reasons why this book is amazing:

1) THE ILLUSTRATIONS. Smekday is written as if it’s Tip’s school assignment, so she tapes in lots of photos and news clippings - all illustrated by the author.

2) Tip is biracial (half white half black) which is awesome, because biracial characters have little to no representation. She actually talks about the problems of being biracial, like the assumptions people make about her and her family (“What? How are you Italian if you’re black???”)

3) Tip was raised by a single mom and never knew her dad, but this is never portrayed as a problem, or as if their family is “broken” or “Incomplete.” She’s totally unbothered by her lack of a father and is pretty confused when people try to make a big deal out of it. She just has a mom, and that’s totally fine.

4) The humor is sophisticated and hilarious and the characters are the same. People expect kids to only like dumbed down humor, or one-dimensional characters, but Adam Rex obviously disagreed. It’s funny but also smart and it will also make you cry and reevaulate your life.

Basically, Smekday is a truly special book. I first read it in fourth grade and have been rereading it ever since, and my love for it has not yet diminished. It’s so creative and fantastic and wonderful in every way.

The movie that it inspired, Home, is coming out this month, so please read the book before you see the movie! The movie is going to to be very, very different (like How to Train your Dragon all over again!) so please do yourself a favor and read the book in addition. I promise you you won’t regret it!

(By the way, my song Perfect Monsters is about this book. The cover art was drawn by the author himself!)

I find myself thinking about you more and more often as time goes by. It’s as if the longer we are over, the more clear my memories of us become. I can remember your exact exhales on mornings waking up next to you, I can still hear your voice speaking so softly as you made love to me, I can remember the exact way the air felt as I walked up your driveway. Everything seems to remind me of you. Somehow, even though you are further than ever, all my roads lead to you.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1031

thatoneweirdmusician  asked:

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up. 2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? 3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. 4) What do you think about most? 5) Ever had a poem or song written about you? 6) Do you have any strange phobias?

1) Put your iTunes on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.
Shady, Adam Lambart
A Drink For The Sailors, Peter Crowley
Arabesque, Samuel R. Hazo
Astrid Goes For A Spin, John Powell
Untraveled Road, Thousand Foot Crutch
Juke Box Hero, Foreigner

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
“Which brings us back to the question of nuclear war, or at least a quick nuclear zap against China, with the full and formal support of our old ally, Russia.” The Great Shark Hunt, Hunter S. Thompson

4) What do you think about most?

5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?
Nope. Please don’t I think it’s weird

6) Do you have any strange phobias?
Yup, I fear architecture, or rather, a lack of structural integrity in

concept: i’m driving down a lonely road surrounded by wide open sky. there’s wind in my hair and my phone is fully charged, music coming from my car’s speakers that work and aren’t half static. beside me is my girlfriend and she’s laughing at the joke she’s telling, barely able to get the words out. i’m smiling so hard my cheeks hurt, lighter than i’ve been in a long time. in the backseat is our dog, whose head is out the window and tongue lolling in the wind. half of the trunk is filled with books. we aren’t worried about money, content to stop and take odd jobs or seasonal jobs as needed. the road is long and goes ever on, and we chase the horizon together.

@yungcrybby-anonymousbosch​ i keep thinking about the Kong formula. Hell they didn’t even have her get knocked down by anyone except the champ Gail. And even then that was only during title matches. THe 2nd angelina match was the perfect monster booking. My favorite spot ever is when angelina goes for the jawbreaker and kong just holds her up but later when she starts nailing some bicycle kicks and finally goes for the jawbreaker again and she actually hits kong with it. In the meantime kong actually never falls in the match she just goes woozy and shows Angelina’s starting to piece her up and can maybe find a way to actually get her down later down the road.. But right now she’s Kong and no one can touch her. Nia instead is taking pinfalls on free tv.


A Gritty Weimar Portrait of Youth Gangs, Restored to Renewed Acclaim


When Nazi students burned proscribed books all over Germany in 1933, a compact work of fiction by a writer named Ernst Haffner went up in smoke along with the writings of Thomas Mann, Robert Musil and Sigmund Freud.

“Jugend auf der Landstrasse Berlin” (“Youth on the Road to Berlin”) had been published the previous year to considerable acclaim for its unsparing look at a gang of down-and-out teenagers in Berlin. “I have rarely read a description of this milieu that is so grippingly written,” the journalist and cultural critic Siegfried Kracauer wrote in The Frankfurter Zeitung. “If a film should ever be made of it, the public will get an object lesson that goes far beyond the usual gangland movie.”

No film was ever made. After 1933, the book and the author sank into oblivion and remained there until a small German press, MetroLit, reissued the novel in 2013 under the title “Blood Brothers.” It created a sensation at the Frankfurt Book Fair, and went on to harvest rapturous reviews in the German press. For many German readers, it seemed as though a time capsule had been unearthed, transmitting a live report from the final days of the Weimar Republic.

All the more intriguing, then, that the novel, which is to be published on March 3 in the United States by Other Press in a translation by Michael Hofmann, had lain hidden for so many years. “Not even scholars interested in the Weimar Republic had this book on their radar screen,” said Erhard Schütz, a professor at Humboldt University in Berlin and the author of “Novels of the Weimar Republic.” “Even though, in the 1980s, I researched and wrote about the problem of destitute youth in Weimar novels, I never came across Haffner’s name or the novel.”

No photograph of Ernst Haffner exists. Only a few scraps of biographical information survive. Kracauer, in his review, referred to Haffner as “a journalist who has long plied the area between Alexanderplatz and the Silesian Railway Station” (now the Ostbahnhof) — in other words, the poor and working-class neighborhoods in the eastern part of Berlin.

There is speculation that Haffner might have been a social worker. An official city registry puts him in Berlin between 1925 and 1933, and in 1938 he was summoned to the office of the culture ministry of the Third Reich.

That is it. In an article on the novel, the German newspaper Bild am Sonntag asked readers to send in any information they might have about the author’s fate. There has been no response.

The novel resurfaced in the late 1970s when it caught the eye of Rolf Lindner, a cultural sociologist doing research on youth gangs in Berlin. “Haffner’s book was by far the best written of the contemporary literature on the question of unemployed, delinquent youth at the end of Weimar,” he said.