Dreamy


The Night Circus
Piranesi
The Virgin Suicides
Kafka on the Shore
Norwegian Wood
DallerGut Dream Department Store (DallerGut Dream Department Store, #1)
The Starless Sea
Call Me By Your Name (Call Me By Your Name, #1)
The Little Prince
The Midnight Library (The Midnight World, #1)
Caraval (Caraval, #1)
Howl’s Moving Castle (Howl’s Moving Castle, #1)
The Ocean at the End of the Lane
White Nights
Strange the Dreamer (Strange the Dreamer, #1)
The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own M... by Catherynne M. ValenteThe Phantom Tollbooth by Norton JusterAlice in Wonderland by Jane CarruthThe Book Thief by Markus ZusakThe Hobbit, or There and Back Again by J.R.R. Tolkien
Books that Love Words
93 books — 117 voters
Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne JonesThe Little Mermaid by Hans Christian AndersenA Midsummer Night’s Dream by William ShakespeareTiger Lily by Jodi Lynn AndersonThe Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
Pisces Fiction
93 books — 33 voters

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William ShakespeareDo Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. DickStrange the Dreamer by Laini TaylorDreamcatcher by Stephen  KingAnne's House of Dreams by L.M. Montgomery
Dream in the Title
712 books — 61 voters
Taurus by Christine Elaine BlackA Rose for Lancaster by Christine Elaine BlackThe Only Good Roman Returns by Christine Elaine BlackJust Like Animals by Hettie IversThe Only Good Roman by Christine Elaine Black
Hot Man Faces On Cover
10 books — 13 voters

Beauty by Robin McKinleyThe Dark Mirror by Juliet MarillierThe Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine ArdenWildwood Dancing by Juliet MarillierEast by Edith Pattou
Dreamy Fantasy Books
53 books — 8 voters

Sigrid Nunez
Golden hour, magic hour, l’heure bleue. Evenings when the beauty of the changing sky made us both go still and dreamy. Sunlight falling at an angle across the lawn so that it touched our elevated feet, then moved up our bodies like a long slow blessing.
Sigrid Nunez, What Are You Going Through

Monica Laura Rapeanu
cineva cânta și era singur. pentru noi te scriai cu litere mici să nu știm. din asprimile sângelui din nopțile vulturilor începuse muzica aceea pe care n-am auzit-o. strugurii-și strigă vinul, străinul (...)
Monica Laura Rapeanu, Orbul de la Cină

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