I love books. Like there is nothing like a good book to give you that during/after book feeling and no way to describe it but when you meet someone who has read the same book as you or lend someone a good book and you both understand that feeling and the emotional troubles you both went through reading that book and it’s beautiful.
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All good and true book-lovers practice the pleasing and improving avocation of reading in bed … No book can be appreciated until it has been slept with and dreamed over.
I love the moment when you’re reading a book and the title suddenly makes sense, why it was chosen and what exactly it means. So satisfying.
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.”
the worst is when you’re reading a really good book that follows multiple characters’ stories and you love it 90% of the time until it periodically switches back to that one character’s story that you just could not care less about and it’s like an entire chapter of internal groaning while waiting for the plot to switch back to a character you actually care about
My favorite thing in the world is coming across a book that reminds me why I love reading
There are no proper words to describe my love of reading.
YA Book: sHe is difFERenT!!!!!1!!@
YA Book: speciAL pOWer!!!-!!
YA Book: cute boY love HeR!!!
YA Book: bUTttttt
Ya Book: anOTher boy alsO??? love heR?!?!??!!!
Ya Book: HOw will sHe cHOOse!!?!?!?!?1!! aNd save wORld?????!?!!
OH MY GOODNESS this is so true
please can we write some better stuff
at least diverse
and let’s not even get into ghost writers
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.
It makes me so happy when I see people on the street or sitting on a corner reading a book. In those times all I want to do is talk to them to know what are they reading
I control myself, though. Because no one likes to be interrupted when they are reading. ❤

