1001 Books To Read Before You Die

A quest to read the classic books of the past, in the present, and save the written word along the way.

Indie Bookstores. Libraries. Short Blurbs On the Classics.

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- May 28 -

powells:

travelingbookgirl:

Powell’s City of Books- Portland, OR

Based on their love for the underground and the outlaw writer, Allison Bruns and Chris Haberman made duo portraits (one from each artist) of 25 of their favorite American authors, including Mark Twain, Charles Bukowski, Ken Kesey, Flannery O’Connor, Oregon’s Ursula Le Guin, and many more. Each artist’s unique and colorful style was worked from the same photograph, bringing their own voices to the images of these celebrated literary icons.

Check out their exhibit at Powell’s City of Books before we change it out on June 6 (First Thursday): http://powells.us/12M3BB9


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“Employ your time in improving yourself by other men’s writings so that you shall come easily by what others have labored hard for.”

Socrates (via wordpainting)
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A Workout For Book Nerds

- May 25 -

epicreads:

All you need for this workout is a stack of hardcovers and some yarn or rope to tie them together!

Workout #1: The Book Curl

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Workout #2: The Book Up

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Workout #3: The Brunch (Book Crunch) - Just like brunch this can be done alone or with a friend!

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Cool Down

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(via doubledaybooks)

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- May 23 -

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854- 10 November 1891)was a poet in 19th century France. He wrote some great poetry and everybody loved him and his best friend and sometimes lover, Paul Verlaine, loved him so much that he shot Arthur in the ass because he got jealous. He was described by Victor Hugo as “the infant Shakespeare” He decided to retire at the age of 22 and moved to Africa where he started an empire of dealing with ivory. he died at the age of 37. How can you not love such an interesting person?

fuckyeahhistorycrushes:

Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854- 10 November 1891)was a poet in 19th century France. He wrote some great poetry and everybody loved him and his best friend and sometimes lover, Paul Verlaine, loved him so much that he shot Arthur in the ass because he got jealous. He was described by Victor Hugo as “the infant Shakespeare” He decided to retire at the age of 22 and moved to Africa where he started an empire of dealing with ivory. he died at the age of 37. How can you not love such an interesting person?

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- May 22 -

bookriot:

Those are books in the containers! This community library in France makes it almost like books grow on trees. 

bookriot:

Those are books in the containers! This community library in France makes it almost like books grow on trees. 

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“litI can’t specify what exactly prompted the urge to purge. I think it was a combination of spring cleaning momentum, getting tired of dusting all these cheap Target book shelves, getting tired of constantly trying to teach my toddlers not to rip covers off my paperbacks, plain old fashioned running out of room, and…(gasp) reading more and more books from the library on my ereader.

So, I girded my loins and began pulling out every single book that I had no plans to re-read, and every book in my TBR pile that had been there longer than two years.”

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- May 8 -

“I was in my third summer of misery, and in the bookstore again, and this time I picked up a used copy of John Irving’s The World According to Garp. As soon as I began to read, I felt a tonal shift, a different sensibility. No one was sobbing so much anymore–including me–and though terrible, outrageously tragic things were going on–the characters in Garp were pushing recklessly forward, almost as if they were daring the universe to stop them. I carried that book with me everywhere and when I finished reading it, I read it again, and when I was done, I realized Irving had knocked me off course. I was finally looking at my life differently, as if I were seeing it from a rear view window, watching it grow smaller and smaller until it vanished, a place I need never revisit. Two months later, I moved to Manhattan. I didn’t have a job. I no longer had a husband. But John Irving gave me a sense that no matter what happened–I would be all right.”

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