I spend a lot of time recommending books. It is one of my absolute favourite things to do. But it’s hard to get someone to look at a book, occasionally watch them judge the cover, and then hope I get my words right and that the book I so lovingly adore will sound as wonderful to them as it did to me.
Now I’ve recommended all of these books on here before, but I thought I would do something a little different. I found some of my favourite quotes from some of my favourite books (a mishmash below) and I am going to put the quotes in a random order, without the book they are related to. Read these and see if anything sticks with you. Maybe you’ll find a new book to read, without judging the cover or the author, but solely by reading their words. Tomorrow I will post which quotes are from which books, and these are just a small selection for now but..
Here we go!
1. That dress was my last possession. There is nothing in the world that I own; even the heat my body gives out is taken away by the summer breeze.
2. Our house is old. All day and night it cracks and groans, like it’s trying to get comfortable but can’t, which I’m sure has everything to do with the huge amount of water it absorbs any time it rains. It’s happened before that a door all of a sudden won’t open because the house has settled around it.
3. Now and then he’d glance down to the gullies of indefinable green funneling toward slivers of water that marked the depth and decline of the land. Cloud cover dwarfed distant cities and villages. Invader and invaded held on to their fistfuls of earth, but in the end, the earth outlived the hands that held it.
4. My father spent a lot of time alone with Mom, recounting, as he said, what a grand adventure they’d had together, and how he never could have dreamed of the life that he’d had with her.
5. He stands in the middle of the cell, his eight-by-six home of the last seventeen years. Is it possible that he won’t sleep here tonight? That he’ll sleep in a soft bed with clean sheets and a real pillow and no demented souls above and below him howling and cursing and pleading with impotence and fury? The sound of men in cages – nothing can compare.
6. “There it is,” he’d say reverently. “The box represents the mysterious threshold between reality and make-believe. Is it Reinhart’s? Is it Thistleton’s Or is it yours? Because every one of us has our box, a dark chamber stowing the thing that lanced our heart. It contains what you do everything for, strive for, wound everything around you. And if it were opened, would anything be set free? No. For the impenetrable prison with the impossible lock is your own head.”
Recognize any? Love any? I’d love to know :).
The answers below are in white font, so run your cursor over them to highlight and see :).
1. Burial Rites by Hannah Kent / 2. Where’d You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple / 3. A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra / 4. The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe / 5. Sutton by J.R. Moehringer / 6. Night Film by Marisha Pessl