books-and-cookies:Hey, hey remember that it’s okay to feel like you’re growing out of books or…

books-and-cookies:

Hey, hey remember that it’s okay to feel like you’re growing out of books or authors you loved. Even if those books or authors really had an impact on you. We’re constantly changing as individuals and with that, our tastes change as well. It’s okay to grow out of things. That doesn’t mean you’re betraying them or yourself - it just means that you’re an ever changing human and liking those things was a step in your evolution.

At the same time, it’s okay to NOT grow out of certain books or authors. It’s okay to still be excited over someone’s new book, even if they published 20 before it. It’s okay to still be reading YA, for example, even if you’re way past the “target audience” for this genre. 

I’ll repeat something that I’ve said times and times before: you do you. Read what makes you happy and fulfilled and what brings you joy. Always unapologetically. 

laurasimonsdaughter:In a piece of Scottish folklore from Selkirk it is described how a woman was…

laurasimonsdaughter:

In a piece of Scottish folklore from Selkirk it is described how a woman was able to protect herself and her baby from some malicious fairies that had snuck into the house by wrapping her husband’s waistcoat around them both

Isn’t that just the softest concept? Isn’t that just a most peculiar, domestic kind of magic? Such a simple, intuitive kind of protection. And we do this all the time!

    Your shirts are nicer to sleep in.”

    “It’s cold out, take my coat.”

    “I miss you, so I’ve stolen your sweater.”

    “Borrow my blazer for your interview!”

    “I wore this when I was your age, it is just your size.”

All the clothes we lend, steal and hand down so affectionately! All the fabric we wrap around us that is full of another person’s thoughts of us! It’s all magic. Magic so old that we don’t even remember that it is

“Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall…”

“Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!”

- Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers.