Posts Tagged 'books'

The Magician’s Land by Lev Grossman – V

That was one thing about books: once you read them they couldn’t be unread.

Grossman, Lev. The Magician’s Land: A Novel. New York: Viking, 2014.


The Magician’s Land by Lev Grossman – I

It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home.

Grossman, Lev. The Magician’s Land: A Novel. New York: Viking, 2014.

The Last Policeman by Ben H. Winters

Because as any writer will tell you, an IDEA for a book is like falling in love, it’s all wild emotion and headlong rush, but the ACTUAL ACT of writing a book is like building a relationship: it is joyous, slow, fragile, frustrating, exhilarating, painstaking, exhausting, worth it.

Winters, Ben H. The Last Policeman. Philadelphia: Quirk, 2012.

Love & Literature by Andre Maurois

In literature, as in love, we are astonished at what is chosen by others.


Andre Maurois

Among Others by Jo Walton – I

Interlibrary loans are a wonder of the world and a glory of civilization.

Libraries really are wonderful. They’re better than bookshops, even. I mean bookshops make a profit on selling you books, but libraries just sit there lending you books quietly out of the goodness of their hearts.


Walton, Jo. Among Others. New York: Tor, 2011.

The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket – III

All his life, Klaus had believed that if you read enough books, you could solve any problem, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Snicket, Lemony. The Bad Beginning. New York: HarperCollins, 1999. 88-89.

Reflections: On the Magic of Writing by Diana Wynne Jones

This garden strikes me now, though it didn’t at the time, as a perfect analogue of what a good book (as opposed to a Real Book) should be, though I must confess I’m not too clear as to how the gardener and the bees fit in. A good book should be another place, beyond ordinary life and quite different from it, made with care and containing marvels. But though it is beyond everyday life, it is by no means unconnected with it. You have to beg the key. And – maybe this is where the bees at least fit in – you can tell the bees things. The bees don’t solve your problems. You have to do that. But the mere fact of having taken you mind to another place for a while, if that place is sufficiently wonderful, means that you come back with experience.

Jones, Diana Wynne. Reflections: On the Magic of Writing. New York: Greenwillow, 2012.