ArtfulFairyTales...Musings...Poetic Artistry: winter reading...

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Saturday, November 3, 2012

winter reading...

at 9:55 PM

via: whitepaperquotes

wutheringss:

A Winter Reading Rec List
a collection of books for long nights, warm blankets and frost in the air

Bleak House by Charles Dickens

The Moonstone and The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Grimm Tales: For Young and Old by Phillip Pullman

Possession by A.S. Byatt

Persuasion by Jane Austen

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente

The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas

The Hound of the Baskervilles - Arthur Conan Doyle

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Castles Crowns and CottagesNovember 4, 2012 at 6:09 AM
GOOD MORNING PRECIOUS!

I was away all day Saturday and missed this list; there are so many good books to read and I love your idea of a warm blanket and a frost in the air! Oh how each season has its beauty! THANK YOU FOR COMING TO VISIT ME and you are working on a journal? FABULOUS!!! Anita
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Maybe loving books is not so simple. Just like a healthy relationship needs work and changes with time, so too does our relationship with the things we own as we try to define ourselves and not be defined by stuff. Simply owning books didn’t make me a reader. What did make me a reader was an insatiable appetite for new stories and the things they have taught me. I would not be a better person for owning a library; I become a better person because I chose to read. — New Home, Empty Shelves (via booklover)

The thing you need to know, child, is that trees do speak, they do tell tales, they sing when they’ve a mind to, they are gigglers, gossips, grumblers cataloging every ache and pain, and yet they hold no grudges, claim no debts, speak ill of no creature. They have their tempers, yes, tantrums of branches lashed in gusts and gales, but then they come to rest in stillness, spent, humming contentedly. You’ve heard them child, just yesterday. You though it was only the wind. The thing you need to know is that by dawn-light every tree stands tall and chants its name, its history, its kinship web and lineage. You’ve heard them child. You thought it was the dawn chorus of birds. The thing you need to know is that the trees tell stories older than the oldest tales of humankind: by dusk, by night, by starlight, you have heard their midnight murmuring. You told me so. You thought it was just water running in the stream. The thing you need to know, child, is that trees do speak in their own language. They mutter with the rustle of old brown leaves, they sigh with the snow drifting at their feet, they utter exquisite arboreal poems as each new tender unfurls, they laugh in shivers of green and gold tickled by a passing breeze. The thing you need to know, child, is that the trees do speak, in the tree language. And yes, you will understand their speech one day, root child, sweet sapling.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

winter reading...

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