This is a page from Thornyhold by Mary Stewart. I grabbed it on a whim one day while trapped in my chair; I don’t remember why I wasn’t able to move. The book is my roommate’s, one that has survived several shelf purges even since we moved to this house–and one that she brought with her when we moved in. I don’t know how long she has had it, but by that alone, I know it is one that she enjoyed. I enjoyed the writing style that I was exposed to in these few pages, but I never have yet gone back to finish it. Sometimes, I can be convinced to try a book by mere convenience. Have you ever picked up a book just because it seems to be the best thing near at hand? Have you found any favorites that way?
Oops. In planning for another adventure and just the day-to-day I never did get around to finishing a blog post (though I’m close on at least one). I didn’t want to leave you without anything for the next two weeks, so enjoy some of these favorite lines of mine from Maggie Stiefvater’s Blue Lily, Lily Blue, the third book in The Raven Cycle.
Needless to say, if you read the full pages, you might find some spoilers, but the quotes I’ve highlighted are all I think pretty safe.
“She drifted toward the bedroom, on her way to have a bath or take a nap or start a war.”
“Violence was a disease Gansey didn’t think he could catch.”
“Blue was perfectly aware that is was possible to have a friendship that wasn’t all-encompassing, that wasn’t blinding, deafening, maddening, quickening. It was just that now that she’d had this kind, she didn’t want the other.”
…you sympathize more with the adults in YA novels than the teens….
I tried to find something textual to give you tonight, gentle reader. I really did. I even went off in search of intriguing new book tags. Alas, tonight, it’s not to be. My mind is not in it.
So how fitting is it that the next shelfie in my queue is a photo of a page in The Order of the Phoenix, my favorite book of one of my favorite series–and certainly the series that I go to when I want something familiar, comforting, and nostalgic–that made me laugh? I laughed because of how much I empathized with Madam Pince after 3 years working a bookstore–how I believed she was right for chasing Harry and Ginny out of her library for defiling her books with their chocolate-stained fingers. Read the books that you’ve bought with chocolate-stained fingers by all means, but buy them first.
This must have been a lovely November day for me to take my book and my bucket onto the porch. This was my first attempt to dive into Tara Sim’s first novel, Timekeeper, and the time that I realized that this book would capture me and not let me go–I knew it would be by the 4th paragraph. In November I couldn’t afford to be so captured. I wanted to enjoy this novel. I am enjoying it now. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long, Tara!
That’s a Hollins bookmark too.
A tumultuous November, I leant heavily on an old favorite–The Order of the Phoenix–from which certain lines rang all too true to life.
“Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily–weak people, in other words–they stand no chance against his powers!”
“He took his revenge the only way he had: redoubling his efforts for the D.A.”
This book in particular is very dear to me.
I was really excited to keep reading this series after I fell in love with The Raven Boys without even realizing or thinking that I had done. I thought I didn’t love it–until I couldn’t stop thinking about it. And this book–the second–became my favorite of the series.
I was excited too to find this apt description, this description that I didn’t know that I needed in my life till I’d read it, but which I now think about often:
“His mind was a box he tipped out at the end of his shifts.”
P.S. — Here is my review of The Dream Thieves.
We all make ourselves better, and once we’ve made ourselves better, we make the spaces we’re in better, and that’s how we make the world better.
It’s amazing to me how much Auri speaks to me–and by “Auri” I mean Patrick Rothfuss writing with the voice of an insane young woman.
Read this page. Then read it again.
This page is from The Slow Regard of Silent Things.
This will never not produce a good feeling.