whenever i tell people to read books

List of top 5 books that I find inspirational.

1. Staying strong 365 days a year by Demi Lovato

Book published in 2013, as you probably have seen i quote Demi quite a lot, mainly coming from this book. It is one of the books i can always look back on whenever i and struggling and can always count on it to inspire me further. 

Demi Lovato wakes up each morning and affirms her commitment to herself―to her health, her happiness, her being. Those commitments are the bedrock of her recovery and her work helping other young people dealing with the issues she lives with every single day.

2. Life of Pi by Yann Martell

i have read this book so many times and continue to love it more every time. beautiful story telling and a strong sense of faith. 

Life of Pi is a fantasy adventure published in 2001. The protagonist, Piscine Molitor “Pi” Patel, a Tamil boy from Pondicherry, explores issues of spirituality and practicality from an early age. He survives 227 days after a shipwreck while stranded on a boat in the Pacific Ocean with a Bengal tiger named Richard Parker.

3. Ancient Wisdom, Modern World by the Dalai Lama (Tenzin Gyatso)

I had only just recently found this book at a life line book fest. I love reading all about the Dalai lama and his teachings and inspiration. This is a beautiful book to read and i very much recommend it.

At a time and in a culture where science and technology have taken over from religious belief, when ethics are understood primarily in terms of aesthetic choice or legality, how are we to formulate moral principles to guide us in our daily lives?
Though religion can certainly help in this, the Dalai Lama demonstrates that there are universal principles we can draw on which transcend the dilemma of belief or unbelief. And whilst many have been content to speak of spiritual matters as something mysterious or evanescent, the Dalai Lama explains his approach in terms that are as clear and concise as they are compelling. 

4. Hidden Figures: The Story of the African-American Women Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly

Now the basis of recently released to theatres move ‘Hidden Figures’ this is the non fiction story on the African American women who worked as computers to solve problems for engineers and others at NASA. Truly inspiring and beautiful and i recommend both the book and the film if you get a chance to see it. 

5. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak

“Set during World War II in Germany, Markus Zusak’s groundbreaking new novel is the story of Liesel Meminger, a foster girl living outside of Munich. Liesel scratches out a meager existence for herself by stealing when she encounters something she can’t resist–books. With the help of her accordion-playing foster father, she learns to read and shares her stolen books with her neighbors during bombing raids as well as with the Jewish man hidden in her basement before he is marched to Dachau.”
An unforgettable story about the ability of books to feed the soul. 

When I tell people I love you they think it’s so cute.
But it’s fucking not.
There is nothing cute or beautiful or romantic about this love. The way I love you is not chocolate and flowers. It’s not cuddling when it’s cold or kisses whenever I want them. It’s not texting you about random things and falling asleep on the phone. It’s not whatever you see in movies and read in books.
It’s crying myself to sleep because another text went unanswered. It’s constantly knowing that no matter what I do, you will never love me in return. It’s seeing things that remind me of you no matter where I go and knowing I can’t share it with you. It’s thinking of you day in and day out and the whole time knowing you aren’t thinking of me at all. It’s the inability to focus. It’s sad love songs at night. It’s dreaming about you and waking up heartbroken. It’s the loss of appetite, the constant insomnia, and the dramatic shift in mood knowing you don’t feel the same.
—  i fucking love you dont you get it 

I’m procrastinating homework with other homework once again and let me tell you, i forgot how much I enjoy Wuthering Heights and how it is literally chock full of all of these awful people doing terrible things to each other the entire book. Whenever people ask me what I think of it that’s usually what I say but I forgot to what magnitude.. Heathcliff is literally conspiring for his son and Catherine’s daughter to get married so he can have the Linton fortune the easiest way because he hates them that much. He’s so awful, and yet, nearly everyone else is too. It’s fun, read it. 

Even now, after all this time, I can remember the sound of his laugh. I remember his six smiles too. One when he was talking about his family or friends, another when he got to choose what we watched, one when he wanted people to believe he was okay and leave him alone, another when he would kiss me or hold me or telling me he loved me, one when he was reading a comic or a book and that precious smile he had whenever he heard a song he loved. 

I hope he has still has those six beautiful smiles, even the one he had whenever he kissed me or held me or said that he loved me. I just really hope he’s happy. No matter what. Whoever he’s with, I hope he’s honest when a strange look appears on his face and his heart aches because our song just played on the radio. I hope he tells her that he still thinks of me as a friend and that he checks in with me every now and then because secrets are deadly and it could ruin whatever it is he has now.

When a text pops up from him on my phone I can’t help but smile. Today is a special day and I knew he’d remember. On this day four years ago we met. ‘Thank you for bumping into me, literally, four years ago. It changed everything for me. You brought me back to life. Long live the memories.’

I feel the need to cry and I manage not to but my heart aches with familiarity and gratitude and love. The need to cry is overwhelming and so I’m walking towards the door. THUD. Instead of walking out the door I’ve walked right into some gentleman. This feels like deja vu. When I move back, instantly apologizing, I see him, it’s him. Just like it was on this very day four years ago. “I had to,” he tells me. “I needed to be here.”

“I know,” I find myself telling him, silently willing myself not to cry. “I know.”

And suddenly, I feel like I’m home again, after months and months of feeling anything but.

—  Home is where the heart is darling and without you I’m homeless

one of my favourite things about jason rothenberg is that whenever he gets called out on his shit he’ll always reply with “how can you hate the people who created something you love???” 

but then the moment people show any genuine enthusiasm toward bellarke, he’s the first to tell them that it isn’t real, to go read the books or imply that they shouldn’t be watching the show if they enjoy romance. or the moment people tweet him fan art that someone has spent hours making he debunks it by saying it didn’t happen in the canon text so he’s going to assume it’s another couple. 

to recap; on one hand he created it so we should be thankful but then on the other hand it’s not real bellamy and clarke dont even know each other also you can’t draw anything about them that hasnt happened in the canon text 

but apparently we should still be thankful to him for creating something that doesn’t exist lmao 

Check out the latest 5-star review of my book, “Everyone is Broken”.

“As someone who is straightedge I have a fascination with drug culture which I akin to people on earth being fascinated by the possibility of aliens and life on other planets.  It is this whole other world. Being a guide to these dark worlds is what Max Mundan does best.  The poems in here are the ones you can’t look away from even when you want to.  I made the mistake of taking this book with me out to dinner and even when the descriptions of things were surely about to ruin my appetite, I could not help but keep reading.  That kind of compelling story telling is what sets Max apart.  Whenever I read Max I think to myself “Hmmm maybe I should go read Permanent Midnight again or go back to my James Frey collection.”  Traveling along with Max in these poems is much like going abroad, you will definitely want to visit but in the end you will thank god you don’t live there.  That’s the big difference.  Max lived there and nearly died there and lived to tell us all about it.  Buy the ticket, take the ride.  Are you ready?”

-J.J. Luke

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