So my partner in the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Bernie Su, has already talked about why there are only three Benne Sisters in our adaptation (and five in the novel) and since I just saw a much-thumbed comment lamenting the decision, I wanted to put my two cents in.
when the character in the book you are reading does something really embarrassing and you suffer secondhand embarrassment and you just have to stare at the ceiling and whisper you are an idiot why would you do that oh my god
“By all accounts, the group could not reach a majority on any of the three titles recommended by the jury. It’s certainly unlikely that enough of them read fiction widely enough to agree on an alternate choice. In that, they truly are representative of American readers, and that bodes worse for our national literature than a year without a Pulitzer winner.”—
“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.”—Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via excessivebookshelf)
“But most of all, stop thinking that what people so loathingly refer to as the “friendzone” is some sort of purgatory women put “nice guys” into. My friendship is not a crappy consolation prize that you’re left with if I deny you a sexual relationship– and my body is not your reward for good behavior.”—Taylor Callobre, The “Good Guy” Myth (via alionoftherock)
“How do you know if something you’ve written is good or not?” my husband asked, and I said, “I suppose you send them to someone who writes the kind of thing you want to write and you ask.”
“So, whose writing do you admire?”
That was the fatal question.
Megan Whalen Turner and Diana Wynne Jones are two of my favourite, favourite writers. This story pleased me enormously. (Also, mercy, but I am in a PRETTY HARDCORE AWESOME THREE-NAME AUTHOR CLUB! This club is so fancy and excellent, it can even survive having me for a member with its reputation intact.)
“You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.”—Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed: An Ambiguous Utopia (via fabula)