Books and Other Pleasures

“Art, Men, Cream cake and Donuts”

<Wait. Before starting it, go buy some sweets, possibly donuts>, my mother suggests to me as she browse the pages of a book.

I glared a bit, if anything I would have expected she recommend an ice with that suffocating heat, but she smiles at me <trust me>.

And I trust her.

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“If you can’t be a good example, you’ll just have to be a horrible warning.”[1]

Fresh, silky, fun, engaging and enveloping, passionate and fluent”, these were the adjectives associated with the novel by those who had already read it, and which prompted me to want to read it on a sunny and lazy June afternoon, while someone was already on vacation and I was struggling with the summer university exam session! Tired of studying on university books, I went to my parents’ library – which may seem they have a book store, but it’s not the case , they “only” have eight shelves full of novels of all kinds (still wondering how I became a bookaholic? Here is the answer!) – and I started looking for some titles that I hadn’t already read, a titanic but not impossible feat considering that 4 out of 4 family members read…

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Books and Other Pleasures

“The girlS on the train”

“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the way I hold myself, the way I move.” [1]

Unfortunately, I can’t go into hibernation and follow the advice of Green Day[2] to the letter, so you have to face it in the best way.

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tumblr_maol8eolpc1r7ou24o1_500Septemberis a strange month, it is the ninth of the calendar year, however, it is a month of beginning. The school starts in September, the work after the holidays starts again in September, the new projects, the diets, the sport, the exams, the medical visits, the tv series! Everything seems to have entered forcefully in this month of thirty days in which we say goodbye to the Summer and we must resign ourselves about the shortening of the days.

I never liked September.

It has always seemed a month – trick to me: it rains with the sun, you do not know how to dress, all the holiday destinations cost less but you do not have time to go there, it gives hopes and then it immediately takes them back.

gif___sunset_train_by_turst67-d6mdbgy“it’s as if people can see the damage written all over me, can see it in my face, the…

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Books and Other Pleasures

“Wind, Violin And Spices”

Still my favourite

Thr0ugh The Mirr0r

graphic by: Gioia

<<Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.>>[1]

 

The wind howls it creeps under the porticos, raises her skirts, ruffles the hair, creates vortices in the meadows, taking with it yellow, red and brown leaves; it drives the clouds and thickens the seas. Then suddenly it stops and it comes the rain, slow, bored, it fills the spaces with its smell of Autumn by sliding the drops on the windows, getting the objects dirty  and washing away the sins.

fall-leaves-autumn-gif-1In this atmosphere, you have to find the nearest library, one of those with the smell of old books that you can already feel…

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