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"My walk of shame back to the book I thought I disliked beyond finishing" — Nov 21, 2024 11:00AM
"My walk of shame back to the book I thought I disliked beyond finishing" — Nov 21, 2024 11:00AM
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"I got the paper pack and I am reading it from the start, after nearly two years pause. And I still relate, maybe even more. I think in the past two years I’ve become more introspective and self aware that I’m not just reading an entry aged more than 70 years, I’m reading my life through Sylvia’s pen. Entry 36 from the first journal destroyed me, cause what I couldn’t fathom in me had been described in it." — Jul 31, 2025 11:18AM
"I got the paper pack and I am reading it from the start, after nearly two years pause. And I still relate, maybe even more. I think in the past two years I’ve become more introspective and self aware that I’m not just reading an entry aged more than 70 years, I’m reading my life through Sylvia’s pen. Entry 36 from the first journal destroyed me, cause what I couldn’t fathom in me had been described in it." — Jul 31, 2025 11:18AM
“It is thus that we live, they say, driven by an unseizable force. They say that the novelists never catch it; that it goes hurtling through their nets and leaves them torn to ribbons. This, they say, is what we live by—this unseizable force.”
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“My grandfather understood the comfort there is in shared silence.”
― The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea
― The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea
“But if the pale blue envelope lying by the biscuit-box had the feelings of a mother, the heart was torn by the little creak, the sudden stir.”
― Jacob's Room
― Jacob's Room
“Something crafted with so much love could never sink”
― The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea
― The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea
“Then, sometimes a game of chess; or pictures in Bond Street, or a long way home to take the air with Bonamy on his arm, meditatively marching, head thrown back, the world a spectacle, the early moon above the steeples coming in for praise, the sea-gulls flying high, Nelson on his column surveying the horizon, and the world our ship.”
― Jacob's Room
― Jacob's Room
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