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DAY 04 TUMBLR CHALLENGE
Favourite book!
So…the first five days of this challenge is giving me a headache. Favourites are not my thing. Lists are. How I rank my books is based on how I feel at certain moments, you know? When I was in high school, it was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. The earlier part of university life was The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. The latter part was Alice in Wonderland again. And now I’m not very sure.
If I had to just type down the first book that comes to mind right now, it would be After Dark by Murakami Haruki. Short as it is, it really hits me somewhere inside, you know? Or maybe you don’t, because I really don’t either. Things are just how they are with me, and I usually don’t find the need for long-winded reasoning because they’re just words to me in the end.
Anyway, I’m just glad I got to post this before missing another day of the challenge. I’m terrible with this sort of thing (among a gazillion other things).
Favourite book!
So…the first five days of this challenge is giving me a headache. Favourites are not my thing. Lists are. How I rank my books is based on how I feel at certain moments, you know? When I was in high school, it was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. The earlier part of university life was The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger. The latter part was Alice in Wonderland again. And now I’m not very sure.
If I had to just type down the first book that comes to mind right now, it would be After Dark by Murakami Haruki. Short as it is, it really hits me somewhere inside, you know? Or maybe you don’t, because I really don’t either. Things are just how they are with me, and I usually don’t find the need for long-winded reasoning because they’re just words to me in the end.
Anyway, I’m just glad I got to post this before missing another day of the challenge. I’m terrible with this sort of thing (among a gazillion other things).
Everyone one of us is losing something precious to us,” he says after the phone stops ringing. “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
Kafka on the Shore, Murakami Haruki
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