1. 15steep:

nicholas (by beth mercer)

    15steep:

    nicholas (by beth mercer)

    (via booklover)

  2. bookoasis:

The Bookshop, located in Wigtown, Scotland, is Scotland’s largest secondhand bookshop with over a mile of shelving supporting roughly 65,000 books.
(Photo by diggleken)

    bookoasis:

    The Bookshop, located in Wigtown, Scotland, is Scotland’s largest secondhand bookshop with over a mile of shelving supporting roughly 65,000 books.

    (Photo by diggleken)

    (via bookoasis-deactivated20120227)

  3. prettybooks:

Inside Shakespeare & Co, Paris 
(by thegreatgracie)

    prettybooks:

    Inside Shakespeare & Co, Paris 

    (by thegreatgracie)

    (via bookshelfporn)

  4. tobeshelved:

(via 16 house: OH LOUISE)
  5. prettybooks:

(by e-laboratorio)
  6. bookoasis:

(by dave_islington)
  7. "I have a passion for teaching kids to become readers, to become comfortable with a book, not daunted. Books shouldn’t be daunting, they should be funny, exciting and wonderful; and learning to be a reader gives a terrific advantage."
    Roald Dahl (via libraryland)

    (via petrichorpress)

About

Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing. (Harper Lee)

I nearly always write, just as I nearly always breathe.
(John Steinbeck)

When I don’t write, I feel my world shrinking. I feel I am in a prison. I feel I lose my fire and my color. It should be a necessity, as the sea needs to heave, and I call it breathing.
(Anaïs Nin)

With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep inside me. This was enough to make me happy.
(Haruki Murakami)

I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling.
(Carlos Ruiz Zafón)

He loved a book because it was a book; he loved its odor, its form, its title. What he loved in a manuscript was its old illegible date, the bizarre and strange Gothic characters, the heavy gilding which loaded its drawings. It was its pages covered with dust — dust of which he breathed the sweet and tender perfume with delight.
(Gustave Flaubert)

I whispered the thrilling words to myself, then lifted the book to my nose and breathed the ink from its pages. The scent of possibilities.
(Kate Morton)

This is how you read a novel: you inhale the experience. So start breathing.
(Azar Nafisi)



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