100 books within the year.
Starting January 1, 2011.
Ending December 31, 2011.
That’s 365 days, so about 3.65 days per book.
Lofty? Yes.
Worth it? Also yes.
The rule is that it cannot be a book that I’ve already read.
As for the title, One Hundred Years of Solitude is one of my favorite books, and I figured that reading 100 books in only a year will wind up providing me with a great deal of solitude. Please allow me to toot my own horn for being so clever.
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov (F, 20s, pink flower pin in hair, C train) http://bit.ly/pFOtrc
I can’t wait to finally read this!
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (via rocketcollecting)
Clocks slay time. Time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by tiny wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.
William Faulkner (via ktt)
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The boy gave me this as a present.
It is by far the best present that I have ever received.
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The boy bought me this the other day.
This is how I know that I will marry him.
I can’t wait until I’m done with all of these exams so that I can start reading it!
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forever (by i enrapture)
We shall not cease from exploration / And the end of all our exploring / Will be to arrive where we started / And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via psychotherapy) (via libraryland)
