THE IMPERFECTIONISTSby Tom Rachman. This debut novel by a former journalist is a splendid original, the hilarious yet wrenching half-century story of a newspaper’s rise and fall. But this book is bigger than the life cycle of any one profession. Mr. Rachman structures his story so wittily and unpredictably that figuring out where it’s headed is half the fun.
Last night, right before bed, I was going through some random person’s Harry Potter posts looking for a top 5 list, and they had all these quotes and fanarts relating to Voldemort, Bellatrix, the Malfoys, Death Eaters, etc. And it wasn’t anything too weird (although saying Bellatrix/Voldemort is one of your top Harry Potter OTPs is… less than normal), but it really got into my head. I tossed and turned all night, having uncomfortable Slytherin dreams. So, here’s to some ginger goodness right before bedtime.
YES. We could make a soundtrack for our marriage at this rate.
I’ve listened to this approximately 85 times since Wednesday. How is it possible that Dianna Agron could make a line like, “Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow/ Shots of patron” sound so classy and sweet?
which is that “white blank page” by mumford & sons is a mark/eduardo song
for reasons evidenced by this bastardization of an audio file
i call it mark and eduardo foreva so beautiful and profound
THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I HAVE EVER HEARD. EVER.
I have been meaning to get into Mumford & Sons for ages, but didn’t quite have enough motivation. And then I heard this, and it took about 4 minutes for me to download Sigh No More and become obsessed with their angry folk rock. The Social Network=the ultimate motivator.
“I am not, really, the sort of blog that talks about the Harry Potter movies, so let’s keep this short. Daaaamn, Neville, when did you get so handsome up in this bitch? You can pull your Sword of Godric Gryffindor out of my Sorting Hat at a climatic moment of your choosing.”—
Me, just now
(How about you re-blog this a lot, and we can see if people get super weirded out? Just a thought.)
Jessica Mitford on Friends, Enemies, and Frenemies
"But real friends—ah! Who are they? Mostly people, boys and girls, whom we knew and laughed with and loved passionately circa age twenty. Only rarely does one make new friends in later life; I have some, and I cherish them dearly. The point about the friends of our youth, though, is that no matter how divergent our interests, viewpoints, ways of life have become over the years we can pick straight up with them and carry on as before: “Your pugs, darling, they are too smashing,” I will exclaim to such a friend who knows I actually loathe pugs, and she will counter with “Well darling I haven’t actually read your book [she actually loathes books] but I do think it’s marvellous anyway…” and from then on it is very plain sailing: a sort of basking in mutual fondness that has nothing to do with her pugs or my books, just the heaven of each other’s company for the sake of it.”
"The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer— they think they have, so they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer."