Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Monday, July 11, 2016

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“There are no faster or firmer friendships than those formed between people who love the same books.”

This is just speculation, but there’s a truthfulness in these words. What if you actually encounter one person in your life and that person literally have read and loved what you have read? It must be real heaven, a truly wonderful event in one’s life.

This alone qualifies the beginning of firm connections between and among exploring beings.

Saturday, April 2, 2016

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...and why don't people love The Catcher in the Rye?

Sunday, November 6, 2011

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“Neverending story” by
Alexandre Duret-Lutz. 
I rummaged the internet awhile and found two cool posts which were products of the imagination. These visionary bookshelves were simply extraordinary.

There will always be a reason why I would love bookshelves. There will always be an ennobling thing called a dream. If there is a hidden picturesque cite that I would want to unravel, it would be as wonderful to explore the gold-lit, fresh wood-smelling, forest of books. It is not just the sight or the smell of the books which are either neatly arranged or wildly piled up in a tiny edge on a shelf. It is what I feel when I see the picture of books which seem to play in their own fantastic world called shelves.

Quadruple Spiral, the ”Impossible Bookcase”. The parameters refer to the classification are discussed here.

When I go to a library, I would always want to go through the classics corner alone. I would love to explore the printed world only with my instincts, and nothing else. It is like wandering into an impossible dream, the dream that has been and will always be.