to-read
(1052)
currently-reading (0)
read (902)
mystery-thriller (85)
memoir (81)
botm (73)
mystery (54)
audible (52)
currently-reading (0)
read (902)
mystery-thriller (85)
memoir (81)
botm (73)
mystery (54)
audible (52)
book-club
(51)
libby-app (41)
chapter-books-with-twins (28)
j-j-bookclub (27)
book-club-number-one (24)
pil-middle-school (10)
arc (8)
pourquoi-pas-book-club (7)
libby-app (41)
chapter-books-with-twins (28)
j-j-bookclub (27)
book-club-number-one (24)
pil-middle-school (10)
arc (8)
pourquoi-pas-book-club (7)
“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
―
―
“After those four years, he returned to the Midwest. He'd turned twenty-five, the Age of Unfolding, and it was time to write a novel, the way his hero had. He moved to a cheap apartment in Chicago and set to work, but even as the pages accumulated, despair set in. It was easy enough to write a sentence, but if you were going to create a work of art, the way Melville had, each sentence needed to fit perfectly with the one that preceded it, and the unwritten one that would follow. And each of those sentences needed to square with the ones on either side, so that three became five and five became seven, seven became nine, and whichever sentence he was writing became the slender fulcrum on which the whole precarious edifice depended. That sentence could contain anything, anything, and so it promised the kind of absolute freedom that, to Affenlight's mind, belonged to the artist and the artist alone. And yet that sentence was also beholden to the book's very first one, and its last unwritten one, and ever sentence in between. Every phrase, every word, exhausted him.”
― The Art of Fielding
― The Art of Fielding
“Salinger was not cutesy. His work was not nostalgic. These were not fairy tales about child geniuses traipsing the streets of Old New York.
Salinger was nothing like I'd thought. Nothing.
Salinger was brutal. Brutal and funny and precise. I loved him. I loved it all.”
― My Salinger Year
Salinger was nothing like I'd thought. Nothing.
Salinger was brutal. Brutal and funny and precise. I loved him. I loved it all.”
― My Salinger Year
“This," he says, "is precisely what campfires are for. The sharing of stories. There's a spiritual connection between flame and narrative."
S. nods. He understands Stenfalk's proposition intuitively; we create stories to help us shape a chaotic world, to navigate inequities of power, to accept our lack of control over nature, over others, over ourselves.”
―
S. nods. He understands Stenfalk's proposition intuitively; we create stories to help us shape a chaotic world, to navigate inequities of power, to accept our lack of control over nature, over others, over ourselves.”
―
“History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.”
― The Sense of an Ending
― The Sense of an Ending
Newbery Marathon
— 14 members
— last activity Feb 16, 2014 02:18PM
This group is dedicated to reading the all of the Newberry Award winning books from 1922 to when the marathon ends on June 12, 2017 - for a total of 9 ...more
Stacey’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Stacey’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
Polls voted on by Stacey
Lists liked by Stacey





















































