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  • Amazon shared from a Personal Document
    Sunday, I asked my dad how anyone could believe that all of this—the wondrous glory of God’s creation—came from nothing. I instinctively knew that could not be true.
    Note: Rush Limbaugh's brother, a lawyer wrote this book.
  • Amazon shared from The Fairy Tale Detectives (The Sisters Grimm, Book 1) by Michael Buckley
    "Glinda, you've erased his memory," Mrs. Grimm cried. "I thought you were supposed to be a good witch."The witch's face flushed red. She lowered her head and quickly made her way to the door."We all have to pay our bills, Relda," Glinda said as she walked out.
    Note: Fun story
  • Amazon shared from What We See When We Read (Vintage Original) by Peter Mendelsund
    If books were roads, some would be made for driving quickly—details are scant, and what details there are appear drab—but the velocity and torque of the narrative is exhilarating. Some books, if seen as roads, would be made for walking—the trajectory of the road mattering far less than the vistas these roads might afford. The best book for me: I drive through it quickly but am forced to stop on occasion, to pull over and marvel. These books are books meant to be reread. (The first time through, I can tear along, as fast as possible, and then later, I’ll enjoy a leisurely stroll—so that...
  • Amazon shared from What We See When We Read (Vintage Original) by Peter Mendelsund
    An open book acts as a blind—its boards and pages shut out the world’s clamorous stimuli and encourage the imagination.
  • Amazon shared from What We See When We Read (Vintage Original) by Peter Mendelsund
    When I read, my retirement from the phenomenal world is undertaken too quickly to notice. The world in front of me and the world “inside” me are not merely adjacent, but overlapping; superimposed. A book feels like the intersection of these two domains—or like a conduit; a bridge; a passage between them.
    Note: Ahhh
  • Amazon shared from a Personal Document
    Little things had changed. Rumor had it that Brakebills had acquired a ghost, and though Fogg hadn’t seen it himself—it wasn’t clear who had—he was bursting with pride about it. Apparently all the old European institutions had them, and in those circles a magic school hadn’t really arrived till it was haunted. The library was still giving trouble: a few books in some of the more obscure corners of the stacks retained some autonomy, dating back to an infamous early experiment with flying books, and lately they’d begun to breed. Shocked undergraduates had stumbled on books in the very act.
    Note: Very Harry Potterish book 3 of trilogy, more college age, then HP
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    Life was briskly and efficiently stripping Quentin of his last delusions about himself, one by one, shucking them off in firm hard jerks like wet clothes, leaving him naked and shivering.
    Note: Sad but true. From The Magician's Land by Lev Grossman
  • Amazon shared from a Personal Document
    It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.
  • Amazon shared from a Personal Document
    Death was terrifying, but so was life. Life had come for me, was, even as we spoke, even as we pretended that we had directed the course of our lives via conscious decision making and the colossal power of our human forebrains, even as we made puns and repartee in our human language, layering symbols upon symbols, life was directing the forking network of veins in my abdomen and fashioning out of nothingness a creature in the dark.
    Note: Wow
  • Amazon shared from a Personal Document
    On the one side of it was the life of an unborn child, Jim’s happiness, and doing the right thing, and then on the other side of it was drinking coffee in San Francisco and driving up those scary streets so steep it seemed like your car was on a roller-coaster track. She had pictures of herself in the city: all the things she would do there, the person she would grow up to be. A life of bookstores and cut flowers and tiny glass bottles arranged on window frames and trolley cars and everything she wanted.
    Note: Great writing