An Old English word for library was “bōchord”, which literally means “book hoard”, and honestly I really think we should go back to saying that because not only does it sound really fucking cool, but it also sort of implies that librarians are dragons.
We see movies in which people are represented as being in love who never talk with one another, who fall into bed without ever discussing their bodies, their sexual needs, their likes and dislikes. Indeed, the message received from the mass media is that knowledge makes love less compelling; that it is ignorance that gives love its erotic and transgressive edge. These messages are often brought to us by profiteering producers who have no clue about the art of loving, who substitute their mystified visions because they do not really know how to genuinely portray loving interaction.
Take me somewhere where there’s tons of books. Let me look around for a couple of hours while you tell me about your day. Then lean on me and let me cuddle you while I read and we drink something hot and eat the candy I probably brought.
Uhhh… I didn’t really need this book… but it was on sale… I couldn’t just leave it there, shivering on the wastelands of the buy one get one half price table. It now has a loving home and has been freed from ugly stickers. I am an angel.
Jane Austen is such a brilliant author and I love her to bits!!
I haven’t got all of her books yet but God am I working on it!!
Pride and Prejudice.
Sense and Sensibility.
~By Jane Austin )