sobbing because books

To all those authors who think happy endings are overrated- THEY’RE NOT, THEY’RE FINE, BETTER ACTUALLY THAN HAVING AN AMAZING BUILD UP, THEN HAVING YOUR HEART SUDDENLY RIPPED OUT AND BEING LEFT FEELING EMPTY AND USED but of course that is just my opinion, call me unadventurous if you will…

Always, the first prayer at morning, the last at night – and many between – for Claire. Lord, that she may be safe. S h e  and the  c h i l d .


anonymous asked:

Hi Lottie, I was wondering if you have any book recommendations for a really good novel with queer characters. I've been stuck rereading a lot of books recently and would love to support a book that's more recently come out (but honestly an older book would be just as good). Thank you!

ah, what a good question! yes! here’s a little list of my ABSOLUTE FAVE novels with queer characters (rather than Queer Novels) that were released in 2017: 

  • Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero – Stranger Things-esque sci-fi horror with shades of Scooby Doo and buckets of millennialisms
  • In Other Lands by Sarah Rees Brennan – the relatable fantasy epic that YA deserves
  • The Bedlam Stacks by Natasha Pulley – tbh I feel like Natasha Pulley rolls dice and spins a wheel to decide what to write about, but goddamn does she make it work 
  • Days Without End by Sebastian Barry – indescribable
  • The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue by Mackenzi Lee – all that Good Victorian Shit, narrated by a bisexual bounder of the first water
  • A Conjuring of Light by V. E. Schwab (Shades of Magic #3) – bit of a cheat, but it’s going on the list because the whole series (and everything Schwab writes) was brilliant and I loved every single page
Torching the Modern-Day Library of Alexandria
“Somewhere at Google there is a database containing 25 million books and nobody is allowed to read them.”
By James Somers

You were going to get one-click access to the full text of nearly every book that’s ever been published. Books still in print you’d have to pay for, but everything else—a collection slated to grow larger than the holdings at the Library of Congress, Harvard, the University of Michigan, at any of the great national libraries of Europe—would have been available for free at terminals that were going to be placed in every local library that wanted one.

At the terminal you were going to be able to search tens of millions of books and read every page of any book you found. You’d be able to highlight passages and make annotations and share them; for the first time, you’d be able to pinpoint an idea somewhere inside the vastness of the printed record, and send somebody straight to it with a link. Books would become as instantly available, searchable, copy-pasteable—as alive in the digital world—as web pages.

It was to be the realization of a long-held dream. “The universal library has been talked about for millennia,” Richard Ovenden, the head of Oxford’s Bodleian Libraries, has said. “It was possible to think in the Renaissance that you might be able to amass the whole of published knowledge in a single room or a single institution.” In the spring of 2011, it seemed we’d amassed it in a terminal small enough to fit on a desk.

“This is a watershed event and can serve as a catalyst for the reinvention of education, research, and intellectual life,” one eager observer wrote at the time.

On March 22 of that year, however, the legal agreement that would have unlocked a century’s worth of books and peppered the country with access terminals to a universal library was rejected under Rule 23(e)(2) of the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure by the U.S. District Court for the Southern District of New York.

I finished the book.

I just feel…beat up. That was rough.

In my mind (au i suppose) i would always picture lil Manolo crying for his mum cuz shes really sick and dying because of it. And like when Manolo finds out about it hes like you can fight it and stuff and hes sobbing like crazy, but his mum just shakes her head and smiles and starts singing ‘Baby Mine’ (that one song from the Dumbo movie!) while hugging the cute sad tiny bab. I dunno man, sounded better in my head

a papyrus thought

he likes sudokus, and keeps a pocket book of them in his room. He also uses it as a diary, and writes about his day and feelings in what little space there is available once he finishes a puzzle. There’s a small box hidden in his closet filled with sudoku diaries he’s kept ever since he was a kid, and only stores one there once he’s completed every puzzle in it.

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“Augustus,” I said again, not knowing what else to say. It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly painful joy, but I couldn’t say it back. I couldn’t say anything back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed, and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.
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