What I didn’t yet understand was the importance of taste and timing. Books are like people. Some look deceptively attractive from a distance, some deceptively unappealing; some are easy company, some demand hard work that isn’t guaranteed to pay off. Some become friends and stay friends for life. Some change in our absence — or perhaps it is we who change in theirs — and we meet up again only to find that we don’t get along any more.
– Mark Haddon, The Right Words in the Right Order (via distantheartbeats) Via Book Mania!
Erdem Resort 2012
Photo: Boo George
Whenever I’m having a particularly vicious day, such as today, I like to go back to my childhood books. They never cease to bring on an onslaught of nostalgia that makes me simultaneously happier and bittersweet. They were so simple, complexities of the world not present and that provides me with an escape. The books in this post are only a few of many books that I hold dear to my heart.
I can recall when I was a bit younger, I had more imaginary friends than I had real friends. In actuality, I didn’t have any friends. I’d go for an adventure to Neverland with Wendy or I’d help Alice get away from the Red Queen, and I wouldn’t return until supper. Long live the era of princesses, magic and pirate ships. <3
Via A Novelist's Inspirations
“Nothing I did, where the only reason for doing it was the money, was ever worth it except as bitter experience. Usually I didn’t end up getting the money either. The things I did because I was excited and wanted to see them exist in reality have never let me down, and I’ve never regretted the…
