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bookshop memories

george orwell you are spot on. this is exactly what my working life is like – except that i still love being surrounded by books.

bookshop memories.

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sweets for my sweet

a book i made for louis’ travels and the crazy painting on the inner pouch that i ripped out of an antiquarian book catalogue…

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books books everywhere

su blackwell

 

in love with this catalogue and this artist.

house and home

i spent HOURS poring over this incredible book and i’m becoming increasingly interested in building my own, beautiful tiny home… the author of the book has a blog full of wonderful pictures of handbuilt houses and other things here.

libro

i am in a house full of bookshelves full of books i have never read and i am in heaven. i’m currently racing through the little house on the prairie books before we leave here on friday.

dreamz

i have had a long term love affair with the shakespeare and company bookshop in paris and used to dream of living and working there, but dismissed it as a silly dream. looking at these photographs on rookie has rekindled my dream and i’m now wondering if it could be a possibility…

both photographs by molly detkar, from rookie mag

future future

this interview of veterok, a bookbinder from finland, is both interesting and heartening. i always find it nice to see successful bookbinders (i know that there are plenty) because sometimes it seems like a faraway dream to me.

of mice and men

“ok someday – we’re gonna get the jack together and we’re gonna have a little house and a couple of acres an’ a cow and some pigs and – ”

an’ live off the fatta the lan’,” lennie shouted. “an’ have rabbits. go on george! tell about what we’re gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in he winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on the milk like you can hardly cut it. tell about that george.”

“well,” said george, we’ll have a big vegetable patch and a rabbit hut and chickens. and when it rains in the winter, we’ll just say the hell with goin’ to work, and we’ll build up a fire in the stove and set around it an’ listen to the rain comin’ down on the roof – ”

john steinbeck

finding my thoughts in fiction.

the 100-year-old man who climbed out the window and disappeared

this book was not at all what i expected it to be, for which i am glad. it was extremely refreshing. i was expecting a sweet book about an old man who maybe went to the park for a day, fell in love and then died – nice but fairly normal. however this book did not pan out at all like that.

the writing style was unusual and humorous and the wonderful protagonist allan’s singular way of thinking and views on life made this book a complete joy to read. it was a big breath of scandinavian fresh air. the story unfolds in two parts alongside eachother; one part details what happens to allan after he climbs out the window, the other part charts his extraordinary life from birth until it catches up with the present day. the idea of climbing out the window and running away is one that i think appeals to lots of people, i feel slightly like that’s what i’m doing at the moment. having a 100-year-old protagonist who does exactly that and succeeds in having more adventures and finding happiness well past the age that people are ‘meant’ to makes this story a brilliant and wholly uplifting one.

the night circus

this is a great book. after slogging (enjoyable slogging) through all six of the game of thrones books i wanted something a bit different and the night circus by erin morgenstern was a book that i have been wanting to read for a long time. if you liked films like the prestige or the illusionist or the book jonathon strange and mr norrel then you will probably like this. it follows the magical le cirque des reves as it travels the world, fuelled by two duelling enchanters who are striving to create increasingly more fantastical attractions. this is maybe not the most complex or original book, but the night circus is perfect escapism, it’s extremely easy to get into and i found myself wishing that i could visit it myself.