I would be most content if…

Jul 26

I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves., originally uploaded by {life through the lens}. Another lovely bibliophotograph by {life through the lens} on flickr. Her work is absolutely amazing! I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves. ~Anna Quindlen This is precisely how I decorate…should there be a new niche for architects and designers? Specialists who work on finding new ways to properly house, proudly display, keep our precious...

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A Journey of 1000 books

Jun 21

…begins with one…which one will I choose? I think I will embark on a journey of 1000 books. I’ll start today. I already am in the middle of reading 50 this year but that can be the catalyst for this reading sojourn. I will post each book as I read it. No matter how long it takes me, I will reach 1000 books. Care to join me?

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I think I have a problem…

Jun 08

It began very early in life. An addiction, a dirty little habit. I hide it from everyone as best as I can…stashing it under tables, in closets, in cupboards, in the freezer even. I try so hard not to let it affect anyone but it has grown out of control. Wherever you turn its obvious… this habit. I have run out of places to hide it discreetly. It is always staring us in the face. It even comes to bed with me… Reading is my addiction. And I know not how to recover… I fear others are starting to notice… It is keeping me up at night… I cannot, will not give it...

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To bed with you…

May 30

  My days like pages story me loved… Read me giddy, heartbroken and alive. I have thumbed through muted grays And ripped through vibrant hues of goodness. I have frolicked long past sensibility to love till all of me disappears And I have cried chapters of injustice but never have I went to bed alone for I have found in books a constant and reliable bedfellow Whisking me adventuresome teaching me buffered lessons of intricate love hidden between the lines of subtle inferential discoveries which lure me deep within their covers Printed salve for every wound and binded comfort within from the weary of this world (an unfinished poem by me…inspired by...

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