Dabbles in photography now and then. Likes searching for movie trivias and scripts and jotting down her fave ones. Is in a happy, steady relationship with a physicist who doesn't know tumblr works. Has an on-going project to catalogue all her books by title, date bought, genre, author, even the fracking color of the covers (rain check on that). Likes making and reading lists. Can't tell a good joke when forced.
“I wonder, as I have wondered every other time, why I keep so many books that I know I will not read again. I tell myself that, every time I get rid of a book, I find a few days later that this is precisely the book I’m looking for. I tell myself that there are no books (or very, very few) in which I have found nothing at all to interest me. I tell myself that I’ve brought them into my house for a reason in the first place, and that this reason may hold good again in the future. I invoke excuses of thoroughness, of scarcity, of faint scholarship. But I know the main reason I hold onto this ever-increasing hoard is a sort of voluptuous greed. I enjoy the sight of my crowded bookshelves, full of more or less familiar names. I delight in knowing that I’m surrounded by a sort of inventory of my life, with intimations of my future.”
~ Alberto Manguel, A History of Reading
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