bookish birthdays

Books are Magic, or, a Fannish Fairytale

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who didn’t believe in magic. She didn’t even like to read about magic.The little girl read books so quickly that her mother brought her the biggest book she could find in the library. The book had magic in it, and the little girl thought that was a little stupid. But the book also had a princess in disguise and a troll with a very long name and a lost city in the forest and creepy midnight meetings, and the girl fell in love with the book, even though it had magic in it, and even though she was too little to really understand all of it.

The book went back to the library, and the little girl read many other books and fell in love with some of them, and learned that books with magic in them didn’t have to be stupid.

The girl grew older and grew lonelier, because she was often afraid of the world and the people in it, and friends of flesh and blood are harder to find and less faithful than those made of paper and ink.

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I forgot to brag about some of the cool bookish things I got for my birthday a few weeks ago! The top one is a tote bag from my amazing mother-in-law (”When In Doubt, Go To the Library”), and the bottom one is a picture from online of the library “due date” socks I got from one of my bosses.

So happy! :D

Choosing a single quote for this post turned out to be too hard, there are just too many good ones from Hunter S. Thompson, so here are three:

“I think the trick is that you have to use words well enough so that these nickel-and-dimers who come around bitching about being objective or the advertisers don’t like it are rendered helpless by the fact that it’s good.” 

“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!”

“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me.” 

Hunter S. Thompson, July 18, 1937 – February 20, 2005