i found the book


It’s Hemingway’s birthday (b. 21 July 1899), and I happen to be reading a 1932 copy of A Farewell to Arms. This book is quickly becoming a favorite… not so much for the writing itself (it’s pretty good but not great) but for the history of this particular edition. I posted earlier about the old wedding announcement I found between the pages, but I didn’t mention that this book evidently became part of the library of St. Ignatius Residence in Portland, Maine. (No one checked this book out?) And somehow it made it from Maine to California, where I bought it several years ago. So even though it has been owned and given away multiple times, I may be the first person to actually read it. :)

anonymous asked:

This isn't really a question just an observation/conenectio I guess. I was going through a poetry book and found a quote that reminded me of the Raritan river thing with Lams: 'It remembers how we swam naked with our bodies made of 60 percent water, the small islands of our skin surfacing, barely touching....We kiss, and our mouths collect sins and miracles....We wash each other clean with the dark bones of secrets, of loss, of famine and fall and friends like us who became lovers by accident.'

Oooh, that fits really well.  I love it!

misselizabeth530  asked:

Do you have any fantasy recs? (I love epic fantasy and high fantasy specifically, but any will do ❤️️)

Thank you so much for asking me! I am a big fan of fantasy and love reading high fantasy every now and then.

It would be nice to know what you have already read so I can eliminate a few from my long list but here we go, I will try to keep it concise:

1. The Realm of Elderlings series by Robin Hobb. Start with ‘The Farseer Trilogy’. Anything by Robin Hobb is my absolute favourite. Honestly, you will not be disappointed. Once I started reading her, I found other books lacking. Robin’s prose are excellent. The Farseer Trilogy is about Fitz who is a bastard son of Prince Chivalry Farseer. Fitz is adopted into the royal household, and taught how to kill a man secretly, as he trains to become a royal assassin. Fitz has the Wit magic too, which allows him to talk to animals.

2. The Books of the Raksura by Martha Wells. Start with The Could Roads. This is high fantasy and you will instantly fall in love with it. Moon is a shape-shifter able to transform himself into a winged creature of flight. An orphan with only vague memories of his own kind, Moon tries to fit in among the tribes of his river valley, with mixed success.

3. The Legend of the First Empire Books by Michael J. Sullivan. You start with the Age of Myth. It is suppose to have 5 to 6 books in the series but the author hasn’t decided yet.
A God well respected, Fhrey, is invincible in battle, masters of magic, and seemingly immortal. But when a god falls to a human blade, the balance of power between humans and those they thought were gods changes forever.

4. The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (Inheritance Trilogy) by N. K. Jemisin. Yeine Darr is an outcast from the barbarian north but to her shock, Yeine is named an heiress to the Hundred Thousand Kingdoms!

5. Currently I am reading a stand-alone book: The Seventh Bride by T. Kingfisher. Lord Crevan demands that Rhea, a miller’s daughter, visit his remote manor before their wedding. Upon arrival, she discovers that his previous wives are all imprisoned in his enchanted castle. I have only read about 50 pages but it is really well written and the author has a nice sense of humor.

Hope this helps! I could go on and on. Let me know if you have already read these, I have a quite a few more I can suggest!

Book Review: A City Equal to My Desire

I still have to review Extra Virginity as well, but I actually liked that one, so it will take longer to compose….

One of the things I did get done yesterday between work, the ball game, and the Epic Sunburn, was finish a slim book of short stories called A City Equal to My Desire by James Sallis. This wasn’t a book that was recommended to me, which means I don’t have to feel bad about truly disliking it. I found it in a keyword search on the library website for books about ukuleles, and it has a short story called Ukulele And The World’s Pain, which admittedly was one of the better stories in the book despite still not being very good.

From what I can tell, he did pick the best story out of the book to develop into a novel, “Drive”, but it is very obviously unfinished in short-story form. Sallis has a couple of ongoing problems in the short story collection, one of which is that he tends to skip the vital information you need in order to know what the fuck is going on. And not in a “the blanks slowly get filled in” way, or in a “your imagination is more terrible” way (though there is a little of that) but just in a way where like…he says something that you understand to be vital to the story but which is missing context, then spends like a page describing the fucking diner someone’s sitting in, and by then any context forthcoming doesn’t get linked back. It’s like being in the middle of a paragraph when you hit the photo plates in an older book – yes the photos are very interesting thank you but I need to finish the thought you were sharing with me before I go back and look at them. I think maybe he thinks this is challenging the reader but it’s not, it’s just annoying and makes what are otherwise interesting premises totally opaque. I shouldn’t need to work this hard for a story about a hit man who decides not to kill a politician. 

If the book had a more cohesive theme in terms of the stories, it might be more readable – he clearly enjoys building worlds and then doesn’t quite know what to do with them once he’s built them, so if this was an entire book of “weird and different worlds” ala Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities, I would buy in more fully and I think he would have put a little more elbow in. But it’s not. It’s mostly “here’s a really interesting world and a person living in squalor in it does something while being in it”. Also he appears to be fascinated by describing things that are shaped like pi. And a lot of times it feels like he read a wikipedia article on something and wanted to share some knowledge, so he just kind of built a half-assed story around his wikiwander. 

And all of this I would probably let go if say, it was something I was noticing in a fanfic writer, or someone who was just starting out, or someone I felt was genuinely trying to get a point across. But there’s this inexplicable sense of arrogance to the collection, a sort of smugness to it that in professional writers drives me up the goddamn wall. Stephen King sometimes falls into the same trap, where it feels like the author believes they don’t have to respect their readers because they are The Writer. 

The thing about volumes of short stories is that you keep reading it because sometimes there is a real gem. And there are one or two good stories in the volume, but I don’t know if they’re worth the rest of it. 

So my review I guess is mostly me being annoyed, but it boils down to “If you like short stories in the SFF Noir genre, give it a whirl, but if you’re bored with a story none of them get better, so feel free to skip to the next one.” 

so i was going through your book recommendations, and i think i found the perfect book for me. its a history mystery set in the 1900s, and the main character is a widowed midlife and ex-socialite who solves mysteries in nyc?? that pretty much meets all my criteria 


Special Airbending Techniques.

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“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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Dear lover,
There’s a reason to why we found eachother the way we did
the world was against us
and now we are so close
soon we can be together
just you and I
Imagine your OTP

Translation: Did you know?

In Middle Ages, kissing (on the mouth) wasn’t reserved to lovers.

When two enemies made peace, they would share a big one (kiss)!

I found this in my little sister’s book about knights but IMAGINE ALL THE AU

We were something, or we were nothing, or we were everything, and I won’t allow myself to decide which one hurts the most.
—  J.W. // but still the aches come

“I thought that it was more likely the opposite. I must have shut grief out. Found it in books. Cried over fiction instead of the truth. The truth was unconfined, unadorned. There was no poetic language to it, no yellow butterflies, no epic floods. There wasn’t a town trapped underwater or generations of men with the same name destined to make the same mistakes. The truth was vast enough to drown in.”
― Nina LaCour, We Are Okay

Attention all writers

Don’t. Delete. Your work. Don’t throw it away, burn your paper notes and scribbles, character doodles and failed verses. Keep a record of everything you do, every trip and every hilariously bad piece of work. Because often its hard to see the quality of your own work up close. In a few years, you’ll be rummaging around trying to find a different paper, and you’ll find some scrumpled draft scene from a book you started writing but gave up on. And you’ll read through it, and there’ll be lines that /sing/. You won’t recognise your work for the first few lines, and you’ll be thrown out of the writers chair and into the audience for the first time, and you’ll be able to have the magical experience of hearing your own words and not knowing how the sentence ends. And yeah, sometimes it’ll be laughably bad, but then you can see how far you’ve come. And when its not bad, its usually really, really good.
Keep your notes. Keep copies of your drafts and keep your old notebooks. You are your own best inspiration.