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charliejaneanders · 2 months

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Goodreads has become nothing more than a fractured reflection of an industry that demands the blending of art and commerce, where actual communal relationships and authentic, good-faith reviews vanish

Let's Talk About Goodreads

#books #book tumblr #bookworm #bookwyrm #reading #goodreads

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leadupaynart · 5 months

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There are book worms and then there are Book Wyrms.

#illustration #traditional art #analog art #stylized #artwork #ink drawing #watermedia #gouache painting #gouache #dragon art #wyrm #bookworm #bookwyrm

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godzilla-reads · 3 months

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#godzilla reads #blue books #dragon books #book blog #bookstack #book dragon #bookwyrm #colorful books #bookworm #booklr #bookish

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sarahssticks · 6 months

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A sketch of a happy Book-wyrm for a friend. Ink pen on card

#dragon #wyrm #bookwyrm #illustration #sketch #pen art #inkdrawing #stippling #sarah starchild #cute animals #cute art

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zilluzion · 3 months

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bloons monkey woa

#zilluart #digital art #bloons #bloons td6 #etienne #etienne bloons #bookwyrm #bookwyrm etienne #monkey #doodle #cute #cosy #book #reading #blanket #furry #goober

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breaks-hetheon · 1 year

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My little Parchment Bookwyrm Wizard! She promises not to nibble on the textbooks much! For @wizardraziw 's Wizard Academy!

#wizard academy #parchment wizard #bookwyrm

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organizedchaotics · 8 days

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Just a quick bookwyrm Looking forward to the booksale next saturday! * w *

#bookwyrm #snake

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scifrey · 3 months

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NINE-TENTHS

Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which his family says he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life.

The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.) Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.

When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.

Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance.

And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.

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A sassy, queer, alternate universe romance from Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2011 author J.M. Frey. Wrapped in discussions of autonomy and colonialism, Nine-Tenths meets in the middle between Red, White & Royal Blue and the Temeraire series.

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Part One

There's this thing in stories called the "inciting incident".

And mine? It's a goddamn doozy.

It’s the part of the book, right at the start, where the lovers have their meet-cute, the farm boy leaves for the wider world, the Chosen One is attacked by her first evil monster, blah, blah, blah. You know what I mean. It's the place where everything opens up and you have no idea what you're in for—only that it'll be exciting.

I know all about Inciting Incidents because I was going to be a writer.

No, I thought I was going to be a writer. Historical romance, that’s my jam. Dukes, rakes, windblown-gowns, dropped handkerchiefs, cliffside confessions—I am a slut for that stuff. Forget real history (totally flunked ‘We’re-Feeding-You-Colonialist-Narratives-Disguised-As-Education’ 101). Give me made-up kingdoms and far-flung pirates. Give me the fantasy of a happily ever after that lasts beyond ‘the end’. Give coffee and stories, and I am a content boy.

But right before he got sick, in the summer between my first and second year of university, my Dad and I had a serious talk about writing. How much work it is. How long it takes to start paying off. Backup plans.

And then… after, I thought, well, he wasn’t wrong. If life was going to be pointlessly, stupidly, cruelly short, then I should spend my time trying to do something good, right? I switched majors. Science makes sense. Science is logical. Science creates vaccines and saves lives. Science can bring species back from the brink of extinction. Science doesn’t break your heart.

All of this is to say that I can—with complete and utter certainty—point to the exact moment when my life became a trash fire. It was my twenty-fourth birthday, and my big sister Gemma gave me the dumbest, but totally plot-inciting gift: a sunrise alarm clock.

The Incident starts like this, in Mum’s pokey poppies-and-roosters kitchen, with Gemma leaning on the back of my chair:

"I have a perfectly good alarm clock." I hold up my phone, then let it slap back down onto the plastic tablecloth. "Goes ding when there's stuff."

My sister heaves the kind of sigh only eldest-born siblings make, indulgent and frustrated at the same time. I love making her make that noise. It's hilarious.

"It wakes you up gently," Gem says. "So you’re not cranky."

"I’m not cranky in the mornings."

Everyone laughs. I may have snapped at Stuart this morning when he shook my foot through my childhood bed sheets like an aggressive chihuahua. Okay. So I'm cranky in the mornings.

"I don't see how it's supposed to work." Stu grabs the clock. "How can you see the light if your eyes are closed?"

As the younger brother of twin siblings, I am used to having the toys I’m playing with pulled out of my hands. Instead of trying to snatch it back, I fiddle with the iridescent green bow that was on my present, then stick it to my ear. Mum smirks at my accessory, but otherwise her prim little 'all my babies are home to roost' face stays in place.

I'm the only one of us who went away to school, and stayed away. Gem came back to live with Mum straight after she finished her undergrad, so Mum wouldn't be alone in the house. Stuart never left the city, though he's got his own place now. But that's why I stayed away after I graduated last year. Mum and Gem don't need me, and if I came back, Stu would try to get me to join his crew.

I go weak in the knees for the kind of person jacked enough to pick me up and consensually throw me around. Standing on a roof next to a whole crew of pretty roughs trying to help them replace shingles? That's gonna lead to me swooning and dying of a broken neck. Stu doesn’t want that on his conscience.

Because she's a bossy know-it-all, Gem takes my present from Stu and opens it to show me how it works. She huffs. "You can see sunlight through your eyelids. It just works, okay?"

Stu helps himself to another piece of my birthday cake, licking the icing off his fingers and the serving knife. Mum slaps the hand holding the knife, and Stu flushes up and sets it down. He descends on his third piece like a wolf, but at least now he's watching his manners.

"There's an instruction manual," I point out as Gem tosses the booklet on the table.

"The day you read the instructions," Mum says, "is the day I'll know for sure the fairies really swapped you."

It's an old joke, being the Changeling child. I'm the only one of them with dark hair. The rest of my family are blond as heck.

Mum’s grinning into that little curl in the side of her mouth that holds secrets. Dad always called it Mum's 'Peter Pan Kiss’. He'd wrap his arms around her waist and kiss that corner, and Mum would swat at him for ruining her lipstick.

Thinking about Dad reminds me he's dead.

I hate the swoop-and-stab sensation in my chest that comes with remembering. Especially when there's a moment you want to share, and you turn your head to his chair and start composing the sentence in your head: "Hey, Mum's doing that—" and then you stop.

You stop composing. Stop turning. Stop thinking about sharing. Stop breathing.

Because that chair is empty.

Dad's dead.

And you'll never get the chance to point out the Peter Pan kiss again. Or watch Mum swat him. Or listen to him tease us for falling for Mum's Old World fairy stories. Or hear his stupid har-har-har donkey laugh, thick with his French accent.

It's my birthday.

He's not here.

I'll have another birthday, next year, and he won't be there for that one either.

I try to control my breathing, but Mum hears it hitching. I'm already staring at Dad's terrible empty chair, so it's not like I can hide what I'm thinking about. Mum curls her fingers over my knuckles.

"I wish he was here too, mo leanbh," she says softly.

Stu and Gem go quiet.

"Sucks," I cough out, deciding to give no one the pleasure of watching me actually cry. I'll save it for later, when I'm back in my own apartment. Not because of any kind of 'real men don't' toxic masculinity bullshit, but because I hate the fuss. They take the shit my therapist tells them about being my support network too much to heart.

"More tea, Mummers?" I ask instead.

"Time for something stronger, don't you think?"

Next Part | Read on Wattpad

Trailer Music: "A Thousand Years" by The Piano Guys Cover Art: @seancefemme

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no-passaran · 11 months

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I had been hoping for a good alternative to the Amazon-owned Goodreads for a while but what I had tried didn't work because it only supported English-language books. But finally! I saw people on Mastodon talking about BookWyrm, a decentralized not-for-profit open source website that's very similar to Goodreads.

Some things I love so far:

You can import all your data from Goodreads (or other similar websites) so you don't have to manually add everything again.

It's available in multiple languages, including my language Catalan (which is often ignored in international websites) and everyone can contribute to make it available in their language by helping translate it.

It has all the same good things that Goodreads has, including shelves, lists, star ratings, written reviews (you can hide the part with spoilers), groups, bar code scanning, you can add multiple reading dates for one book, quotes sharing, an activity dashboard to see what the people you follow are posting, and a discover tab.

It's not owned by Amazon!

Your data is not being sold to anyone.

There are no ads, it's not for profit.

Books who have free ebook versions (like old classic books, for example), on their BookWyrm page there's a link to where you can download the ebook for free. Instead of Goodreads which links you to the Amazon buy page.

It's very easy and quick to add missing information of a book (unlike Goodreads, where only a few people can do it).

I saw a man on Mastodon say he has downloaded my country's public libraries' local books database and updated to his BookWyrm server, so people who know how to can quickly add many books.

Things I don't like so far:

It doesn't have an app. I've been using the browser from my phone and it works well though, but apps are more comfortable.

It doesn't have all books - though tbf neither does Goodreads, I've asked Goodreads librarians to add books before. Here I can add them myself, which is faster than having to ask and provide the info for them to copy-paste (a waste of time for two people), but there's more books missing for now. That's normal and only a matter of time, it's not a huge inconvenience tbh, but it takes more time and it's not as comfortable.

There's few people so far, so there aren't many reviews.

#💬#bookwyrm #fediverse #goodreads #books #reading #bookblr #books and reading #amazon #mastodon

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the-emerald-wyrm · 2 months

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⭐️ Current 🐉 Dragon 📕 Book: How to Train Your Dragon by Cressida Cowell 🔥

#emerald wyrm #dragon books #bookdragon #bookwyrm #how to train your dragon books #how to train your dragon #httyd #httyd books #dragons

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laurahepworth-author · 6 months

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"Tome Raider: Treasure Greater Than Gold" They're not wrong when they say a dragon is attracted to treasure, we are. Many of my kind pride themselves on their grand collections of gemstones and gold, and the way that the light dances off of them is like a siren's beckoning call. But,... not all dragons are the same, and not all treasure is gold. I should know, as I am one such dragon. A different sort of dragon, and the treasure that I seek is not found in the depths of the earth or in the vault of kings, but in their words, for I, Aecaris of Libredinn, am a Book-Wyrm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I love books, I love dragons, and I love puns so I couldn't resist! Digital painting I did in 2019. Prints available on ArtStation and RedBubble.

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charliejaneanders · 10 days

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Marcus Aurelius crashed my attempt to make a cool tableau to let y'all know that my YA threequel PROMISES STRONGER THAN DARKNESS is out in paperback today 😹🚀🎉🎸⚡💕💃