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On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous (Hardcover)
by (shelved 21 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.99 — 442,454 ratings — published 2019
The Night Circus (Hardcover)
by (shelved 12 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.99 — 1,136,962 ratings — published 2011
This Is How You Lose the Time War (ebook)
by (shelved 9 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.82 — 373,123 ratings — published 2019
Circe (Hardcover)
by (shelved 8 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.22 — 1,467,334 ratings — published 2018
Lolita (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 8 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.87 — 977,550 ratings — published 1955
The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender (Hardcover)
by (shelved 7 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.02 — 43,555 ratings — published 2014
The Picture of Dorian Gray (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.13 — 1,998,460 ratings — published 1890
The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue (Hardcover)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.16 — 1,623,953 ratings — published 2020
Autobiography of Red: A Novel in Verse (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.25 — 38,688 ratings — published 1998
Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (Aristotle and Dante, #1)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.28 — 693,679 ratings — published 2012
The Song of Achilles (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.30 — 2,173,763 ratings — published 2011
To the Lighthouse (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.81 — 225,795 ratings — published 1927
The God of Small Things (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.96 — 341,411 ratings — published 1997
By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept (Paperback)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.45 — 8,564 ratings — published 1945
Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1)
by (shelved 6 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.99 — 388,473 ratings — published 2011
Swann’s Way (In Search of Lost Time, #1)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.16 — 71,486 ratings — published 1913
Beloved (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.99 — 513,591 ratings — published 1987
The White Book (Hardcover)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.80 — 41,628 ratings — published 2016
One Hundred Years of Solitude (Mass Market Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.12 — 1,148,566 ratings — published 1967
The Prophet (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.23 — 338,752 ratings — published 1923
The Great Gatsby (Paperback)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.93 — 6,135,160 ratings — published 1925
The Book Thief (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 5 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.39 — 2,975,693 ratings — published 2005
Martyr! (Hardcover)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.14 — 220,193 ratings — published 2024
Hamnet (Hardcover)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.20 — 511,730 ratings — published 2020
All the Light We Cannot See (Hardcover)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.30 — 2,067,334 ratings — published 2014
The Waves (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.14 — 56,831 ratings — published 1931
Dandelion Wine (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.09 — 81,959 ratings — published 1957
In the Dream House (Hardcover)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.37 — 170,351 ratings — published 2019
The Name of the Wind (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #1)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.52 — 1,118,278 ratings — published 2007
Letters to a Young Poet (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.27 — 133,491 ratings — published 1929
The Secret History (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.14 — 1,120,826 ratings — published 1992
The Bell Jar (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.04 — 1,311,593 ratings — published 1963
Dreams of Gods & Monsters (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #3)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.11 — 117,074 ratings — published 2014
Yol (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.00 — 1,086,337 ratings — published 2006
Days of Blood & Starlight (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #2)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.13 — 172,824 ratings — published 2012
Pale Fire (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.17 — 60,324 ratings — published 1962
The Raven Boys (The Raven Cycle, #1)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.05 — 410,932 ratings — published 2012
The Fault in Our Stars (Hardcover)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.12 — 5,878,251 ratings — published 2012
The Last Unicorn (The Last Unicorn, #1)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.16 — 127,540 ratings — published 1968
The Bone People (Paperback)
by (shelved 4 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.03 — 24,592 ratings — published 1984
The River Has Roots (Hardcover)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.94 — 51,881 ratings — published 2025
Orbital (Hardcover)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.47 — 169,920 ratings — published 2023
Angels Before Man (Kindle Edition)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.05 — 7,130 ratings — published 2022
Pride and Prejudice (Hardcover)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.30 — 5,003,080 ratings — published 1813
Mrs. Dalloway (Hardcover)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.77 — 374,362 ratings — published 1925
Sea of Tranquility (Hardcover)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.04 — 314,790 ratings — published 2022
The Book of Disquiet (Paperback)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 4.38 — 40,056 ratings — published 1982
Fahrenheit 451 (Mass Market Paperback)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.97 — 2,985,487 ratings — published 1963
Midnight’s Children (Paperback)
by (shelved 3 times as poetic-prose)
avg rating 3.97 — 136,483 ratings — published 1981
“APPLES SCENT,
You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't think about it. You had no wish to be flooded by this melancholic wave. But you can't resist. Apple scent is a breaker. How could you manage without this childhood, bitter and sweet ?
Shrivelled fruits surely are delicious, from this feak dryness where candied taste seems to have wormed in each wrinkle. But you don't wish to eat them. Particularly don't turn into an identifiable taste this floating power of smell. Say that it smells good, strong? But not ..... It's beyond .... An inner scent, scent of a better oneself. Here is shut up school autumn, with purple ink we scratch paper with down strokes and thin strokes. Rain bangs against glasses, evening will be long ....
But apple perfume is more than past. You think about formerly because of fullness and intensity from a remembrance of salpetered cellar, dark attic. But it's to live here, stay here, stand up.
You have behind you high herbs and damp orchards. Ahead it's like a warm blow given in the shade. Scent got all browns, all reds with a bit of green acid. Scent distilled skin softness, its tiny roughness. Lips dried, we alreadyt know that this thirst is not to be slaked.
Nothing would happen if you bite the white flesh. You would need to become october, mud floor, moss of cellar, rain, expectation.
Apple scent is painful. It's from a stronger life, a slowness we deserve no more.”
―
You arrive in the basement. Immediatly it catches you. Apples are here, lying on fruit trays, turned crates. You didn't think about it. You had no wish to be flooded by this melancholic wave. But you can't resist. Apple scent is a breaker. How could you manage without this childhood, bitter and sweet ?
Shrivelled fruits surely are delicious, from this feak dryness where candied taste seems to have wormed in each wrinkle. But you don't wish to eat them. Particularly don't turn into an identifiable taste this floating power of smell. Say that it smells good, strong? But not ..... It's beyond .... An inner scent, scent of a better oneself. Here is shut up school autumn, with purple ink we scratch paper with down strokes and thin strokes. Rain bangs against glasses, evening will be long ....
But apple perfume is more than past. You think about formerly because of fullness and intensity from a remembrance of salpetered cellar, dark attic. But it's to live here, stay here, stand up.
You have behind you high herbs and damp orchards. Ahead it's like a warm blow given in the shade. Scent got all browns, all reds with a bit of green acid. Scent distilled skin softness, its tiny roughness. Lips dried, we alreadyt know that this thirst is not to be slaked.
Nothing would happen if you bite the white flesh. You would need to become october, mud floor, moss of cellar, rain, expectation.
Apple scent is painful. It's from a stronger life, a slowness we deserve no more.”
―
“In the corner, she tells me in a hushed, almost conspiratorial voice that she's very sorry, and she loved those pictures too, but by the time they dragged the furniture and paintings outside to get picked up by sanitation services, everything was literally disintegrating in their hands. "It was actually kind of incredible," she says, widening her eyes. "Watching them dissolve. It was almost like they had never existed in the first place." She flutters her fingers in the air. "Like they returned to dust."
My mother sings wonderfully, and gets a standing ovation from the residents, and Edward hugs her in a way that seems kind, and she introduces me to everyone as her greatest accomplishment, but I think only about the disintegrating paintings during the flight home. They are significant to me in a way I can't quite pinpoint. It's evening by then, and the sun is setting, and the dust motes floating in the body of the plane are lit into a goldenness. Outside the windows, the landscape moves below us, farmlands again, mountain peaks, my own thinking, and by the time the wheels bump to landing, I think it might be because it means that any speck of dust in the world may have once been a part of a beautiful painting. My mother looked happy in her bronze eye shadow, happier than I've ever seen her. My baggage is the last to arrive on the baggage claim.”
― The Butterfly Lampshade
My mother sings wonderfully, and gets a standing ovation from the residents, and Edward hugs her in a way that seems kind, and she introduces me to everyone as her greatest accomplishment, but I think only about the disintegrating paintings during the flight home. They are significant to me in a way I can't quite pinpoint. It's evening by then, and the sun is setting, and the dust motes floating in the body of the plane are lit into a goldenness. Outside the windows, the landscape moves below us, farmlands again, mountain peaks, my own thinking, and by the time the wheels bump to landing, I think it might be because it means that any speck of dust in the world may have once been a part of a beautiful painting. My mother looked happy in her bronze eye shadow, happier than I've ever seen her. My baggage is the last to arrive on the baggage claim.”
― The Butterfly Lampshade
