January 3, 2014
Breaking my (unintentional) blog hiatus to wish J.R.R. Tolkien a happy birthday.

Breaking my (unintentional) blog hiatus to wish J.R.R. Tolkien a happy birthday.

September 22, 2013
Happy Hobbit Day / Happy Birthday, Bilbo and Frodo!

Happy Hobbit Day / Happy Birthday, Bilbo and Frodo!

August 27, 2013

The last book I finished, if I remember it right, was Markus Zusak’s The Book Thief. It was the first time I have ever cried over a book. The trailer for the movie of the same title came out a few days ago, and it looks really promising. I’m expecting myself to cry over the movie as well—or would pre-empting myself prevent that?

(Because really, you only need two words: Rudy Steiner.)

June 9, 2013
"In reality, they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line."

Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel García Márquez

May 16, 2013
As a kid, I thought there was nothing more glorious than filling a room with books, and so I had gotten excited whenever my collection grew.
The reality is a lot less romantic. I don’t have that much space for books, and I can’t read as much as I used to—which is why I’ve decided to find new homes for a handful of old books. These are the books I’ve neglected, ones I’ll never read again, and ones I don’t see myself reading in the near future. 
Giving these books away doesn’t mean I love reading or books any less. My desire has just shifted from filling a room with books (including those I don’t love so much) to filling just a small shelf with ones I just can’t live without. I get more shelf space for new books, my friends get books for free. Everybody wins. So maybe the reality is more romantic, after all.

As a kid, I thought there was nothing more glorious than filling a room with books, and so I had gotten excited whenever my collection grew.

The reality is a lot less romantic. I don’t have that much space for books, and I can’t read as much as I used to—which is why I’ve decided to find new homes for a handful of old books. These are the books I’ve neglected, ones I’ll never read again, and ones I don’t see myself reading in the near future.

Giving these books away doesn’t mean I love reading or books any less. My desire has just shifted from filling a room with books (including those I don’t love so much) to filling just a small shelf with ones I just can’t live without. I get more shelf space for new books, my friends get books for free. Everybody wins. So maybe the reality is more romantic, after all.

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