The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else.
The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation. A book should serve as an axe for the frozen sea within us.
PLEASE REBLOG/LIKE THIS POST IF YOU’RE A BOOK BLOG
I get tons and tons of requests to be added to my book blog link list (which I updated hugely today). I try my best to consistently add book blogs as I find them and/or are directed to them, but MAN there are a lot of us! So please, please reblog/like this so I can do my best to both catalogue and follow (I follow with my personal blog, hangonsilvergirl) all the blogs in our little neck of the Tumblr woods. If you don’t have a book blog list on your own Tumblr but would like to direct people, feel free to use mine as a master list of sorts; you’re welcome to save or direct link the pre-made banners posted above (click on the photo and you should be able to copy and paste the link into your browser).
I’m also happy to link to/share book blogs and vlogs outside of Tumblr! Pop a note in my ask box and we can go from there. :)
Carey Mulligan - Bazaar UK by Tom Allen, June 2013