Category: Libri


D’estate, quasi sempre, riprendo in mano i miei libri…si sá che vivo solo di notte con ‘sti caldi…

Ed ogni volta che inizio mi cade l’occhio sui miei andrinople.
Tento di resistere, inutile davvero.
Finisco che li apro al solito modo.
Mi perdo.

È qualcosa di più che un’infatuazione per caratteri d’inchiostro e carta rilegata.
È un mondo che conosco a memoria, capace di risucchiarmi negli anni fra il 1880 ed il 1920 in una comunione di sensi e spiriti insieme alla prima persona della Imperatrice.

Quella bilogia rimane una delle mie letture più belle e private.
Un pilastro dal quale ho attinto anch’io inverosimilmente con Steps anche se non sembrerebbe…

Volete la mia Bibbia? Leggetevi Hannàh ed Imperatrice.

Annunci

“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.”

– Nikita Gill, You Have Become a Forest (via meanwhilepoetry)

Slytherins in a relationship

shipstersforthewin:

– One kiss will bring you to your knees
– Private lovers, not big on PDA *
– Slow to fall in love *
– Very guarded, it would take a while to get to know them *
– Best conversations because they are very intelligent *
– Not afraid to talk about big issues that people don’t usually like to talk about *
– Very opinionated and political *
– Socialites and aristocrats
– Prefer expensive and proper dates *
– Hard to impress, but once you do you’ll have their full attention *
– They can’t stop thinking about their partners but would never say it out loud *
– Observe before speaking, able to keep calm in a fight *
– Most likely to stay up late and watch their partner sleep, late risers *
– Expect and demand certain qualities in a relationship but it’s just to protect their heart *
– Will be quick to leave a relationship if they are not satisfied *
– Excellent bedroom lovers, usually pay more attention to the needs and wants of their partner before their own satisfaction *
– If they find a partner who can handle them, they would die protecting them *
– Can be hard on their children but it’s because they only want the best *

* -> YEP, that’s just me

I’m LOVING this fic and I’m not even halfway…
Ohhhh the slow burn, the narrative, the intelligence!
It’s very refreshing to read something not truly affected by fangirls behaviour and ridiculous conceptions of a Darcyesque or ooc Snape.
The fic in question is obviously in English and primarily an HG/SS with a secondary developing HP/DM

It’s called The problem of  purity.
It’s written from Phoenix.Writing.
You can find it on ff.net here.

Do be warned this story is 63 chapters long and 638k+ in lenght but is complete…Off to reading again I am…
Even when I really really need to get the hang of at least half of Freud material for next week…sigh😅

Look what I got in the mail today 😍

It will have is place of honour soon…now to find a good replica of… lol


Tonight I’m going to have such fun…all my dreams coming true! o.O

Un altro grande che se ne va…

Ho letto ‘Il nome della Rosa’ quando avevo undici anni e sì, concordo con lui, non mi è piaciuto molto; non con tutte quelle descrizioni al limite del logorroico ma la trama era eccitante ho passato un’estate a dissezionare l’ultima metà del libro al microscopio per intenderci…

Non si può raccontare una storia senza background sonoro, emozioni o paesaggio visivo. Ogni piccolo evento fra una scena e l’altra può essere sia cruciale che puro riempimento decorativo.

È stato il primo vero autore che mi ha dimostrato quanto fosse duro il lavoro di chi ‘pensa, crea e scrive’ e mi ha regalato il pensiero di tentare, di migliorarmi, di fare allucinanti ricerche enciclopediche per dare una nuova sfera di ‘conoscenza’ alle mie storie.

Ho sempre apprezzato la sua lingua tagliente.
Era un genio del male, un mago della descrizione e, prima di tutto, un erudito senza pari.

Quindi eccoci qui a scrivere un altro post di addio per quello che è stato un’eminenza letteraria del ventunesimo secolo…

“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”

Oscar Wilde

I used to be a strange child.

In the summers I looked at the landscape under the scorching sun from the shadows.

In winter I read endless books about beautiful days, my feet tucked between the bed and the heater to stave off the cold. Often I was bored to tears by the longest talks between brothers and sisters on Sundays.

Spring was just a glimmer of dry cerulean sky.

Autumn was the time of the year I never step foot out due to the rain so I read, there was little else to be done.

Always secluded in a big quadrilater of green grass, closed by tall walls and a heavy iron gate. I rarely played with someone ‘cause they were no other children my age and I was forbidden to go out.

I read several hours a day, and I dreamed vivid dreams.

I never felt alone in my world.

I actually started to see other children only at five years old and my seclusion showed: I was not capable of instaurate friendships, I did not understand a inch of what the other children thought (and I came to the conclusion pretty soon that children my age did not think at all)

I was an introvert to the highest degree.

So I became an extrovert to not feel different and that’s what caused the “Tendencies to be a leader” note of the teachers in first grade. The leader was not me, but I could act pretty well the role for five hours a day.

Still I never really connected with people my age, it was a rarity to invite someone home or go play with other children.

Sometimes when someone came to my house to play I had to put a straight face and play with them but after a while I just stopped to be responsive and dismissed them to their own world, bored to death.

This cycle never really stopped I just ceased the extrovert persona at twelve when I understood there was no point in stressing.

I was different, end of story.

I loathe to have friendships now. They never did me any good or be useful in any way.

The only real delight to me is putting my thoughts on paper with the clarity of silence.

A pleasure greater than this I honestly still don’t know.

Oh please! Still pursuing the dusty tomes? With tea?! What the hell are you a nun?

Yes, I am.

At least  I can read – you know – pages to devour, best to know what I like rather than vegetate.

And now do me a favour: remove yourself from my little temple of peace.

Thank. You. Very. Much.

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