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Smells Like Dog
“Anyone who loves books the way Homer does, loves libraries, too. It doesn't matter if the library has fancy red leather chairs and gold-plated shelves that reach to a vaulted ceiling, or if the library has splintery wooden benches and shelves made of old milk crates. it's the scent that sets the book lover at ease. It's better than grandma's perfume, or freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, or even toast. It's a scent derived from paper, mildew, dust, and human endeavors.”
Books
Scent Of Books
Think Great: Be Great!
“I am a book lover. I buy, collect and read books.”
Life
Dreams
Inspiration
Education
Passions
Book
Life Philosophy
Ambition
Pursuit
Books Reading
Read
Educational Philosophy
Lifelong Learner
Learner
Book Lover
Book Worm
Book Shelves Library
Aşk Mafia: Armor of The World
“Save Trees, Buy Ebooks (The Sonnet)
Oh, I know so well, the euphoria of bibliosmia!
So, buy only the priceless books in printed form.
If explorers of knowledge don't act responsible,
All glory of bibliophilia is fraudulent and wrong.
Literature is just the same, no matter the format,
You gotta prioritize between ebooks and print form.
In pursuit of knowledge ebooks are environment-friendly,
Therefore, keep your print book buying to bare minimum.
We cherish music totally electronically these days,
We no longer clutter the shelves with CDs or vinyls.
Why not do the same with literature, especially when,
Ebooks are to print books what EVs are to gas vehicles.
Printed books will always be special, so buy one book
by your favorite author in print, rest in digital form.
Save trees, buy ebooks, that's the new book lovers' norm.”
Books
Literature
Library
Bookclub
Bibliophile
Ebooks
Book Lover
Save Trees
Bookstagram
Old Book Smell
You By You
“Dear book, love you. Librariously yours, Book lover.”
Books
Library
Vikrmn
Book Lover
You By You
Vikram Verma
Love Books
Dear Book
Dear Books
Book Lovers
“I wonder how many times we've passed each other in our city of millions.”
Love
City Life
Meet Cute
Excerpt: Finale
“Everything smelled of dust trapped in light, cracked leather and wayward dreams. Breathing in and out through her nose, Tella looked down at the Map of All. It had transformed once they'd entered the library. It now revealed an entire kingdom made of books that could either have been a book lover's nightmare or their wish come true. There was a Broken Spine Castle, an Unread River, a Ravine of Ripped Pages, a Poetry Valley, a set of Novel Mountains, and then finally, the Ruscica and Books for Advanced Imaginations.
The most direct route to this room was through an area referred to as The Zoo. Tella wondered if it would have books in cages, but The Zoo didn't even have bookshelves. The books all roamed freely in this room as they clung together to take the shapes of different animals. Tella spied bookish rhinos, paper-mache elephants and very tall giraffes that milled about in an oddly peaceful silence. The elephant sniffed at Tella with its leathery-grey trunk of books, while a paper bunny made of loose pages noiselessly hopped after Legend. The bunny continued to follow as they left The Zoo and reached The Reading Chamber, where books formed couches and chairs and one massive throne.”
Books
Legend
Fantasy
Finale
Dante
Caraval
Library
Tella
Donatella Dragna
Stephanie Garber
Book Lovers
“I love watching everyone’s reactions. There are always some people who are kind of feeling it, and some who look like they’re plotting murder, and then the ones who pretend it’s not happening. I always tip because I don’t want to live in a world where no one’s doing that.
I can’t think of a greater symbol of hope than a person who’s willing to drag themselves out of bed and sing at the top of their lungs to a group of strangers trapped on a train. That tenacity should be rewarded.”
Charlie Lastra
Book Lovers
“You’re a fighter,” he says. “When you care about something, you won’t let anything fucking touch it. I’ve never met anyone who cares as much as you do. Do you know what most people would give to have someone like that in their life?”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“I love you, Nora,” he says when we pull apart a few inches to breathe. “I think I love everything about you.”
“Even my Peloton?” I ask.
“Great piece of equipment,” he says.
“The fact that I check my email after work hours?”
“Just makes it easier to share Bigfoot erotica without having to walk across the room,” he says.
“Sometimes I wear very impractical shoes,” I add.
“Nothing impractical about looking hot,” he says.
“And what about my bloodlust?”
His eyes go heavy as he smiles. “That,” he says, “might be my favorite thing. Be my shark, Stephens.”
“Already was,” I say. “Always have been.”
“I love you,” he says again.
“I love you too.” I don’t have to force it past a knot or through the vise of a tight throat. It’s simply the truth, and it breathes out of me, a wisp of smoke, a sigh, another floating blossom on a current carrying billions of them.
“I know,” he says. “I can read you like a book.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“He stares at me, his eyes focused and brow furrowed as he absorbs what I said, his lips pouting. It’s his Editing Expression, and when it clears, he shakes his head and says, “No.”
I laugh, surprised. “What?”
He straightens, steps in close. “I said, no.”
“Charlie. What’s that even mean?”
“It means,” he says, eyes glinting, “you’ll have to do better than that.”
I smile despite myself, hope thrashing around in my belly like a very determined baby bird with a broken wing.
“I’ll expect notes by Friday,” he says.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“Long distance never works,” I say. “You said that yourself.”
“I know,” he says. “But it’s never been us, Nora.”
“So we’re the exception?” I say, skeptical. “The people it just works out for.”
“Yes,” he says. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“I’ll take you home whenever you want,” he says. “But if you want to stay, and you wake up screaming, it’s okay. I’ll make sure you’re okay. And if you want to stay, and then change your mind, I don’t mind driving you back at four a.m.”
I read once that not everyone thinks in words. I was shocked, imagining these other people who don’t use language to make sense of everyone and everything, who don’t automatically organize the world into chapters, pages, sentences.
Looking into Charlie’s face, I understand it. The way a crush of feeling and feathery impressions can move through your body, bypassing your mind. How a person can know there’s something worth saying but have no concept of what exactly that is. I’m not thinking in words.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“I had no idea it was possible,” he says, “for you to want me as much as I want you.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“Birth control?” he asks.
“Obviously, but—”
“Got it,” he says. Of course he does. He’s just like me: even when we’re both out-of-control obsessed with each other there are still a few (dozen) threads holding reason in place. Charlie moves off me, finds his wallet, and comes back with a condom, no further questions asked, no huffing, no hint at frustration, no implied uptight, nag, or bore. He tucks his hand against my jaw and kisses me with a tenderness I feel all through my body, all these little pockets of warmth nestled between bones and muscle and cartilage: Charlie, diffused into my bloodstream”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“Tonight,” I say, “can I just have you, Charlie? Even if it can’t last. Even if we already know how it ends.”
He holds my jaw so gingerly. Like I’m something delicate. Or maybe like he is. Like with one wrong move we could crack each other open. My chest squeezes with that heart-crushing final-chapter feeling, only now I know the word for it. I know it even if I can’t bring myself to think it. “You do have me, Nora. I never stood a chance.”
For the first time in my life, I know what the hell Cathy was talking about when she said I am Heathcliff. Not just because Charlie and I are so similar, but because he’s right: we belong. In a way I don’t understand, he’s mine, and I’m his. It doesn’t matter what the last page says. That’s the truth. Here, now.
His lips brush mine, light, careful, warm. I open to him, knowing how it will feel when I turn the page but unwilling not to turn it at all.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“Maybe, for whatever reason, you just don’t want to date right now,” I say, “and that’s fine. People feel that way all the time. But if it’s something else—if you’re afraid you’re too rigid, or whatever your exes might’ve thought about you—none of that’s true. Maybe every day with you would be more or less the same, but so what? That actually sounds kind of great.
“And maybe I’m misreading all of this, but I don’t think I am, because I’ve never met anyone so much like me. And—if any part of all this is that you think, in the end, I’ll want a golden retriever instead of a mean little cat, you’re wrong.”
“Everyone wants a golden retriever,” he says in a low voice. As ridiculous a statement as it is, he looks serious, concerned.
I shake my head. “I don’t.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Charlie Lastrastephens
Book Lovers
“He moves a stack of hardcovers off the sofa, then crosses the room to take the chair behind the desk. His expression seems to tease, See? I’m perfectly harmless over here.
Except nothing about him looks harmless to me. He looks like a Swiss Army knife. A man with six different means to undo me.
This Charlie, for making you spill your secrets.
This one for making you laugh.
This one can turn you on.
This is the one who will convince you you’re capable of anything.
Here is the Charlie who will pull you into his lap to form your human barricade at a hospital.
And the one with the power to take you apart brick by brick.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“I hated being a kid.” He folds his arm beneath his head and looks almost furtively in my direction. “I’d have no idea how to get someone else through it, and I definitely wouldn’t enjoy it. I like them, but I don’t want to be responsible for any.”
“Agreed,” I say. “I love my nieces more than anything on the planet, but every time Tala falls asleep in my lap, her dad gets all teary-eyed and is like, Doesn’t it just make you want to have some of your own, Nora? But when you have kids, they count on you. Forever. Any mistake you make, any failure—and if something happens to you . . .”
My throat twists.
“People like to remember childhood as all magic and no responsibilities, but that’s not really how it is. You have absolutely no control over your environment. It all comes down to the adults in your life, and . . . I don’t know. Every time Libby has a new kid, it’s like there’s this magic house in my heart that rearranges to make a new room for the baby.
“And it always hurts. It’s terrifying. One more person who needs you.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“You’re . . .” I search for the right word. It’s rare that my vocabulary fails me like this. “Organized.”
His eyes crackle with light as he laughs. “Organized?”
“Extremely,” I deadpan. “Not to mention thorough.”
“You make me sound like a contract,” he says, amused.
“And you know how I feel about a good contract,” I say.
His smirk pulls higher. “Actually, I only know how you feel about a bad one, written on a damp napkin.” He lies back fully on the mattress, and I do too, leaving a healthy gap between us.
“A good contract is . . .” I think for a moment.
“Adorable?” Charlie supplies, teasing.
“No.”
“Comely?”
“At bare minimum,” I say.
“Charming?”
“Sexy as hell,” I reply. “Irresistible. It’s a list of great traits and working compromises that watch out for all parties involved. It’s . . . satisfying, even when it’s not what you expected, because you work for it. You go back and forth until every detail is just how it needs to be.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“When we finally do this, Nora,” he says, straightening away from me, his hands slipping my buttons back into buttonholes as easily as he undid them, “it’s not going to be on a library table, and it’s not going to be on a time crunch.” He smooths my hair, tucks my blouse back into my skirt, then takes my hips in his hands and guides me off the table, catching me against him. “We’re going to do this right. No shortcuts.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“You have the red splotches, Nora,” he teases, drawing his lips over my throat. “Are you mad at me?”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Book Lovers
“And to be clear,” I get out, “you’re okay with the fact that we’re working together?”
He kisses along my collarbone, his voice all gravel. “We both know you won’t go easier on me for it.”
“And what about you?” It’s completely absurd that I’m keeping up the charade of having a totally normal conversation while my palms are flattening on the table behind me and my body is lifting unsubtly, making it easier for his mouth to brush under the collar of my shirt.
“I have no interest in going easy on you, Nora,” he says.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“I want to be here with you and not worry about what comes next.”
He steps closer, my heart whirring as he invades my space. “Nora,” he says gently.
“It’s okay if you don’t want that,” I say. “But I’m thinking about you way too much. And the more space I try to put between us, the worse it is.”
His lips twist; his eyes glint. “So you’re trying to get this out of your system?”
“Maybe,” I admit. “But maybe I also just want something that’s easy for once.”
His brow lifts, teasing. “Now I’m easy?”
Yes,I think, to me, you are the easiest person in the world. But I say, “God, I hope.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“We are either too good or too bad at fighting. We are viciously trading support for each other’s romantic lives.
He one-ups me with, “Shepherd’s a great guy. Most eligible bachelor in town. He’s perfect for your list, checks all your boxes.”
“What about Amaya?” I throw back. “How’s she measure up to yours?”
“Doesn’t make the cut,” he says.
“Must be a pretty long list.”
“One item,” he replies. “Very specific.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
Book Lovers
“As he watches me, he murmurs, “I’ve just always wanted to see a shark attack up close. So much blood.”
Book Lovers
Emily Henry
Charlie Lastra
Nora Stephens
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