“Being a geek is all about your own personal level of enthusiasm, not how your level of enthusiasm measures up to others. If you like something so much that a casual mention of it makes your whole being light up like a halogen lamp, if hearing a stranger fondly mention your favorite book or game is instant grounds for friendship, if you have ever found yourself bouncing out of your chair because something you learned blew your mind so hard that you physically could not contain yourself — you are a geek.”—
“I don’t think it’s terribly controversial to note that women, from a young age, are required to consider the reality of the opposite gender’s consciousness in a way that men aren’t. This isn’t to say that women don’t often misunderstand, mistreat, and stereotype men, both in literature and in life. But on a basic level, functioning in society requires that women register that men are fully conscious; it is not really possible for a woman to throw up her hands and write men off as eternally unknowable space aliens — and even if she says she has, she cannot really behave as though she has. Every element of her life — from reading books about boys and men to writing papers about the motivations of male characters to being attentive to her own safety to navigating most any institutional or professional or economic sphere — demands an ironclad familiarity with, and belief in, the idea that men really are fully human entities. And no matter how many men come to the same conclusions about women, the structure of society simply does not demand so strenuously that they do so. If you didn’t really deep down believe that women were, in general, exactly as conscious as you, you could probably still get by in life. You could probably still get a book deal. You could probably still get elected to office.”—
I hate when you let someone borrow one of your books and it's in perfect condition. Then they return it and it looks like it's been attacked by a dog, thrown off a cliff and then run over by a truck.
This is why I threaten people who borrow my books. Apparently I’m very convincing. (I have let at least two people borrow my signed copy of ANANSI BOYS by Neil Gaiman and it still looks like no one has ever read it.)
Also, in high school, my friends and I lent a bunch of stuff out. Basically, each person was responsible for buying three or four authors/series/whatever and it gave the group access to everything we wanted to read/watch. It was understood that if you returned someone’s belongings in bad condition, anything you had circulating would never be returned.
Mermaids are having a moment right now in books for the YA crowd and younger. This article is a good guide to recent releases, but I’m mostly posting the link due to a bit that baffled me.
Emma, the violet-eyed heroine of Anna Banks’s "Of Poseidon" (Feiwel and Friends, 336 pages, $17.99), comes across as rather a crude girl. At one point she “stabs into the belly of [an omelet] and pulls out a steaming chunk of meat dripping with cheese” and “shovels a forkful” into her mouth.
I consider a variety of things to be crude, but I’ve never realized I shouldn’t eat omelets by the forkful. Yes, the language is rather forceful, but it’s an omelet, not a puff pastry.
“It’s not as if I don’t have anything to read; there’s a tower of perfectly good unread books next to my bed, not to mention the shelves of books in the living room I’ve been meaning to reread. I find myself, maddeningly, hungry for the next one, as yet unknown. I no longer try to analyze this hunger; I capitulated long ago to the book lust that’s afflicted me most of my life.”—Lewis Buzbee, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop (via prettybooks)