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You can’t just ask a bookworm for their favorite book. Because books arn’t just stories. Books are parts of you. When you ask for a favorite book its like asking me to use just one body part. I need them all to be me, to function. My soul is scattered, hidden in the pages of dozens of novels. So, no. I don’t have a favorite book.
from your friendly neighborhood librarian:
all books are good books. you are not a “lesser reader” if you only read manga or comic books or a “better reader” for reading academic heavy texts.
reading is reading no matter what it is, be it a graphic novel, a romance, a classic, an audiobook, a picture book, a cookbook, fanfiction, fucking whatever, read what makes you happy
reading is supposed to be fun and don’t let elitism sap any joy out of it
If I show up at your house ten years from now and find nothing in your living room but The Readers Digest, nothing on your bedroom night table but the newest Dan Brown novel, and nothing in your bathroom but Jokes for the John, I’ll chase you down to the end of your driveway and back, screaming ‘Where are your books? You graduated college ten years ago, so how come there are no damn books in your house? Why are you living on the intellectual equivalent of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese?
For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.
When you love a book so much you just tuck the characters into a little place in your heart and carry them around everywhere you go and they influence your life so much and fuck me books are beautiful
It could be drugs,” I whisper to myself as I buy 37 new books with no shelf space and a tight budget. “At least it’s not drugs.
“Buying books is immensely comforting. Maybe I won’t read them immediately, but they make me feel so much better whenever I’m sad and blue. Just their presence, it’s like having more to look forward to.”
sometimes i rewatch season five and i just.
i honestly can’t tell anymore if i’m seeing things that aren’t there. but when i first watched spn, this was the season when i fell in love with dean and cas. because i felt like i was watching dean fall in love as it happened.
to me, this season is the season of dean seeing cas as a real person. with feelings. with the ability to feel hurt and scared and hopeless. this is the season of dean spending time with him. with dean offering his aid to cas when cas asks him. dean catching a glimpse of what could be. of what lengths cas might go to to stay by his side.
this is the season of dean staring at cas like he’s trying to figure something out. and not understanding. and then kind of getting it. and then really getting it, and freaking out.
you start watching “the song remains the same.” cas takes the boys time travelling and they find him bloody and beaten on the pavement, and dean just stares at his face. doesn’t take his eyes off cas’s face, even when cas’s eyes are closed and his mouth is open and blood is trickling down the side of his mouth. this is the episode where dean gets defensive about being dr. angel medicine woman, of being uncomfortable with the thought of taking care of cas. the one where cas shows up at the motel at the end of the episode half-out of it, worn out, collapsed on the bed with his arms outstretched, and sam and dean stare down at him as they drink. dean says, he got dad to say yes. sam says, but that was different. anna was going to hurt mom.
then the next episode is “my blood valentine,” aka the episode about cupids and romantic love where dean spends approximately 89% of the time staring into cas’s eyes and letting cas eat his food and watching cas eat burgers with a smile. the one where dean jumps up after half a minute of waiting for cas’s safe return and goes barreling in after him.
then the episode after that is “dead men don’t wear plaid.” where karen looks dean in the eyes and tells him, he’s my husband. i’m supposed to bring him peace, not pain. she looks at dean and sees something. cas isn’t even mentioned in this episode but karen looks at dean and chooses to say, i’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you’ve never been in love.
because dean hasn’t been in love like this before. he doesn’t know what being in love is, he doesn’t have the slightest idea what that might feel like. but the thing is. the thing is that he is going to. he is going to understand every word that karen spoke.
and that question is left hanging over his head. from that moment on, you have to look at dean and think, i’m guessing you’ve never been in love. and then you see the way he looks at cas and then you’re thinking, i’m guessing you’ve never been in love. until now.
because the episode after that is “dark side of the moon.” the episode where cas’s final hopes and dreams about obtaining god’s help come crashing down, and dean is standing in a motel room staring at cas’s set shoulders, hearing cas curse his father. and dean looks at cas and looses the last of his hope right along with him.
if i ever supposed that there was a moment when dean had a moment of clarity about whether or not he’s ever been in love, i would think it was that moment.
and the episode after that is “99 problems.” where dean goes to a hurting cas and tries to make him feel better. the one where cas has fallen into despair. and despite the fact that nothing has seemingy changed about their position, there is no new sudden breakthrough in their stance against heaven and hell, this is the episode where dean drives away to offer himself up to michael. michael, an angel: and what the angels offer is heaven on earth, an end to it all: they offer peace.
my job is to bring him peace. not pain.
and every moment after dean makes that decision is different between them. the long drought of easy affection between them from that moment on, the horrible mess of “point of no return.” all of seasons six and seven.
i’m going to go out on a limb and say that you’ve never been in love.