The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote Quotes
The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
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“The buying of second-hand books was, for Donna, somewhat akin to pet rescue. Had this volume been a dog, it might have been bloated and balding and missing some teeth.”
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
“The fact was, when given a choice between real life and books, Donna Crick-Oakley chose books every time... She chose books because they never left her lonely... Because company was often nothing of the kind, whereas a good book always was”
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
“If it had been read and re-read and re-read until tattered, then it was more likely to be worth her reading as well...”
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
“She chose books because they never left her lonely the way that Kirk had left her lonely. BEcause company was often nothing of the kind, whereas a good book always was.
She chose books for the smell of fresh-pressed pages, for the yellow-brown musk of library mould, but always for the breathy kiss of paper rustling. She chose books because some of the held prose that made her weep, or poetry that winded her, and words that mae her heart skip beats.
She chose books because some came readey-made with characters that seemed like perfect versions of hrself, all of them little proofs that somehow, somewhere, it might just be possible for her to be better: to be popular, powerful, sexy and smart.
She chose books because they lied to her with more conviction than people ever had.”
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
She chose books for the smell of fresh-pressed pages, for the yellow-brown musk of library mould, but always for the breathy kiss of paper rustling. She chose books because some of the held prose that made her weep, or poetry that winded her, and words that mae her heart skip beats.
She chose books because some came readey-made with characters that seemed like perfect versions of hrself, all of them little proofs that somehow, somewhere, it might just be possible for her to be better: to be popular, powerful, sexy and smart.
She chose books because they lied to her with more conviction than people ever had.”
― The Less Than Perfect Legend of Donna Creosote
