books!




we like books. a lot. that's why we made this blog. here you'll find pictures of beautiful books, quotes, links, book reviews, art, and much more! we're always looking for a book spam, so just drop the title and author into our ask, along with the words "book spam"! you'll see the book up within the next few days. sometimes our queue runs dry because our entire team is either prepping for or in college, so we're quite busy. we hope you don't mind too much when we got a day or two without posting. but, never fear! we'll always come back.


the team: jen, chazza, megan, naly, and little megan

books looking for a good home

books that have changed my life the perks of being a wallflower

“And I will believe the same about you. Love always, Charlie”

(via rachellephant)



 by s0undactivity

 by s0undactivity



When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves. Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living

(Source: lehastings, via hermionegrangerandarocketship)



(via Untitled | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)

(via Untitled | Flickr - Photo Sharing!)

(via teachingliteracy)



(Very) Pretty Books (by Andrea Navarro)

(Very) Pretty Books (by Andrea Navarro)



(Source: in-a-perfect-w0rld, via teachingliteracy)



(Source: outofsorts, via teachingliteracy)





"I looked up, and we were in this giant dome like a glass snowball, and Mark said that the amazing white stars were really only holes in the black glass of the dome, and when you went to heaven, the glass broke away, and there was nothing but a whole sheet of star white, which is brighter than anything but doesn’t hurt your eyes. It was vast and open and thinly quiet, and I felt so small." — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Narration on page 95



"The inside jokes weren’t jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia." — Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Narration on page 198.