Book lovers never go to bed alone.
- a fortune cookie fortune
This blog is about the things I read, the things I love.
Currently Reading: How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran
I feel like this is a very strange message.
Like, I also reblog a ton of pictures of coffee. Am I also trying to portray myself as a coffee connoisseur? No, I just really love coffee, and I like looking at pictures of it. I’m not going, “Oh, look at this picture I just posted of a cup of coffee! I hope people think I really love coffee because I just reblogged this picture!”
It’s not the same with books either…I post many things on this blog, not just pictures of books, but when I do do that, it’s because I think the picture is pretty (because wow that’s like half of what Tumblr is — people reblogging pretty pictures sorry not sorry), because I’ve read the book and I like it, because I want to read the book, because I think other people have read the book and will like to see a picture of it?? I don’t know! I don’t think there’s a deeper psychological meaning behind why I reblog pictures of books. There might be one for why I spend so much time on this site in the first place, but that’s a wholly different story.
I’m just kind of confused by this message. There are so many blogs that reblog pictures of books at the time. Like. We just like books. Idk.
I wonder if I would get messages if I allowed anonymous messages? I wonder how many of them would be shitty like this one?
For seriously, where does this dumbass get off questioning her intelligence because she posts pictures of books? Has he (I’m making a large assumption here) seen a book blog? We all post fucking pictures of books. We like books. We like nicely photographed books. We like to show off the books we have and the books we like.
This young woman, in particular, doesn’t just “seem” intelligent; she is actively studying literature and has decent taste in novels, she is intelligent and she’s becoming more knowledgeable as she takes more courses and reads more books. She isn’t “portraying” herself as a “book educated woman” (whatever that means), she is educated.
And she doesn’t need me to defend her, but I can’t help being angry on her behalf and on behalf of all women and girls inclined to read and blog about it on Tumblr. The pictures we post don’t negate the analysis and insight we post and thoughtless comments like the above are ignorant.
Over the years I have posted solid insight into the books I have read, and I have posted plenty of pretty pictures of books. By this bozo’s logic, I also have a need to prove I’ve done some book learnin’ by augmenting my intelligent thoughts with photos of books on a shelf. Let’s forget the English Degree I earned; I’ll just go burn that. BRB.
Oh, wait, while I’m gone, feast your peepers on this:
He was shocked that I only planned to stay in Akron for a few hours rather than spend a week sightseeing. He insisted on giving me a tour around, and stuffed my hands with brochures and “souvenirs”. He took me to concert venues, hotel lobbies, the rooftops of tall buildings, and everywhere else.
I tried to leave after several hours, but he said, ‘You ain’t seen nothing yet! This is the old art house, and this is the new art house. Pictures on your left, pictures on your right—I hope you have enough film!’ Around midnight, I wanted to tell him I was exhausted, but I was embarrassed because he didn’t seem tired. Then I realized that I had never seen anyone so proud of his hometown, so I kept walking with him.
why don’t tv writers realize there are better storylines than cheating and death