No matter where you are, no matter where you go, you will always meet someone who talks to you when you’re reading.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we’re reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for?
- reading in head: i'm practically a master of linguistics my pronunciations are perfect beyond compare
- reading aloud: *chokes on spit*
Have you ever caught yourself while reading a book how you’re just gliding through the story, but it almost seems as if you’re not actually reading, but watching a movie. But you’re just staring at oddly arranged scribbles
You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?
That’s my favorite part of reading.
No matter where you are, no matter where you go, you will always meet someone who talks to you when you’re reading.
shh i’m reading.
Moving a book from TBR to currently reading is so satisfying
In a perfect world all my days are for reading and all my nights for writing
Reading a novel with a decent historical basis like “is this real? is this real?” -stopping every 2 seconds to google something-

