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Not The Dog

As a self-acclaimed book nerd
I will read almost anything
Fantasy, sci-fi, romance, comedy, horror
I enjoy all these genres in varying amounts

And I have amassed a great deal of respect for authors in general
Writing a book is hard and not for everyone
And so I accept that whomever I am reading the works of
Has poetic licence to do as they wish

And on the whole this is quite alright
I’m usually not too mad by the end

But for goodness sake
The one thing you must never, ever do
Not if you want me to read your books
Not if you want me to not hate you

Absolutely never is it alright
To kill off the dog

The protagonist, the girlfriend, the misunderstood villain
Sure

But never

EVER

NOT EVER NEVER

Not the dog.

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The Quote Challenge: Day 1

Thankyou to https://amommasview.wordpress.com for nominating me for the quote challenge!

The rules are:
– publish a good quote a day for three consecutive days
– thank the person who nominated you
– nominate three others to do the challenge.

For today:

“ It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.”

– John Green, Paper Towns

I know Paper Towns is blowing up in cinema’s at the moment, so I’m doing my absolute best to avoid being a cliche. But I think this book, and all the words in it, are very important. The book taught me a lot about people. I appreciated that.

Xx Loony

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Who Wants Bookish T-Shirts!?

Guys… Check it out!! Losing my mind here :D

Johnny Reads

*raises hand emphatically*

I’ve only ever had one bookish shirt in my life. It was a simple bookshelf that was actually kind of ugly. The shirt was brown. But I wore it until it no longer fit. And now every once in a blue moon I’ll search the internet for a unique-looking bookish shirt and I’m always disappointed. The designs are too simple. Or the designs are just unappealing. So I decided yesterday to see if I could create one that I’d be proud to wear myself. And I definitely accomplished that much.

I used Teespring. It’s a site that lets you run a “campaign” for shirts, hoodies, or tank tops. Since it’s a campaign, there is a minimum that have to be sold in order for the shirts to be printed, otherwise no one gets anything. *sad face* And there’s a set amount of time for sales to take…

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Why I Love Bookshops

There is something about bookshops that I’ve always loved. I remember going into them as a kid and finding the perfect book to read, sitting down on the floor and getting stuck in. My mum would always say, “Stop it, this isn’t a library.” And I knew that it wasn’t, because bookshops were always somehow better. 

Here’s the thing: I’ve had a casual job in a small local bookshop  for over a year now, and looking at all the books I spent countless hours stacking, dusting, moving, rearranging, alphabetizing and tidying, I see a room of old friends.

So I went into the shop today, and the thing is, it was the last time I’ll ever get to. The shop is closing, and when I went in, there were only a few books left for sale. They were all stacked on this table right in the middle of the shop, these three rows of books that was all that remained of over a year of memories. And the thing was, I recognised almost all the books that were there, but I hadn’t read a single one of them.

Isn’t that sad? All these books, in their different covers, colours, designs and fonts, brought back so many good memories of a great job, but I didn’t know any more about them than where they belonged on the shelf. I would’ve loved so much to have gotten more time to be able to not just know the books by where they needed to be put, but by the stories they told and the way they made me feel. That’s really what I wanted, after all: to spend time being immersed in the creations of people’s minds; their opinions, hopes, dreams, fears and Crazy Lands just like my own.

I feel really, really sad about losing the job. There were so many amazing times: reading Peppa Pig to a five-year-old cutie; finding books for ten-year-old girls that were secretly the books I had loved to read at their age; spending approximately five hours every week surrounded by good reads and great readers. I’m devastated to not be able to have that anymore. But in a way, I feel like it’s a good thing. Maybe I’ll be able to walk into a bookshop now without compulsively straightening the shelves. Maybe I’ll be able to sit on the floor and read, instead of finding the vacuum to clean it. I can hear my mum now: “It’s not a library!”

Until next time,

Xx Loony

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