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literaryvice · 3 months
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Tom Lake: A book to bury your nights
Ann Patchett’s Tom Lake sucked me up and spat me out a few days later. The sort of book you don’t notice you’re reading until hours later and you have turned prune in the tub or the clock is – traitorously – telling you its well past your very last possible bedtime. Which is strange because it’s not a book that’s “about” very much. Which is to say it isn’t very plot-y. It is instead a book about…
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wolfythewitch · 9 months
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hey you seem like the kind of person that reads books, with that being said what books would you recomend.
Six of crows is fun! I highly enjoyed reading it. There's the whole epic cycle shebang, odyssey and iliad and Aeneid and whatnot, big fan of those. I also really liked American Gods and The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman. I used to be obsessed with Jeffery Deaver books but not anymore haha
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temeyes · 3 months
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For the past few days I've been thinking where should I put this Soap wrapped in that bundle thing.. so I pinned him near könig so he could watch me struggle on my projects and studies👍
LOLLL looks perfect bestie, swaddled Soap looks pretty cute on your wall!!!
also IS THAT FUCKING LISA??? CUZ DUDE I WOULD SAY OUR DISPLAYS ARE LOWKEY MATCHING CUZ I HAVE A SOAP PHOTOCARD NEXT TO MY LISA ONE HASHAHSAHHS
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lalisa love me lalisa love me heyyyyyy~~~~~
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atissi · 7 months
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okay all of the reviews for "severance" by ling ma said it was a hilariously deadpan satire on the post-apocalypse — and maybe that was true in 2018 — but now that i've read it i can say i probably laughed Once and felt a bone-deep nihilistic dread Constantly. the bit about the protagonist's company gifting her a self-care kit of 2 N95 masks, a nutrient bar, and an expanded insurance plan in response to a worldwide pandemic isn't really funny post-2020, it's just realism.
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brazenskald · 3 months
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In my first year of university, I was going through a very tumultuous time. There was all the many new things that come from leaving home, some good, some bad. There were the difficulties of a demanding if rewarding job, and I first became acquainted with the not-so-fondly-remembered and not yet fully un-internalized “student lifestyle.” Terrible food, awful sleep schedule, and this omnipresent sense of impending doom that was, at least in my case in Fall 2019, surprisingly prescient. Throughout all of this, I was not prepared to be struck by the warmth and depth and resonant Truth that cut through the noise and spoke to me with a certain book I picked up, by happenstance, because of its pretty cover. That book was A Conspiracy of Truths by @ariaste. You may have heard of them. https://www.alexandrarowland.net/a-conspiracy-of-truths
Now, needless to say I devoured aCoT, and subsequently its excellent sequel A Choir of Lies. I was sorrowfully disappointed to find out after finishing the absolute rollercoaster of Choir that there was in fact, no further reading yet to do. And so, profoundly affected as I was by this (for now) duology, which I will doubtless craft a dedicated and appropriately lengthy treatise at some point in the future, I set the books in a prime place upon my shelf and turned to face the rest of the year buoyed in my hopes for the brightness of Spring and the long lusty laughter of Summer. Alas, they were all of them deceived for another global epidemic was to begin. One (or two) life-altering years in a pandemic later… I returned to university, fully prepared to enjoy the hell out of an actual honest-to-gods academic institution that didn’t begin and end with a computer screen. It hit like a truck. Same awful student lifestyle, more bad habits piling up, and a rapidly growing sense of my own undiagnosed issue rearing its ugly head. I made one decision that saved me, probably. I kept buying and reading phenomenal books. I kept looking for stories to motivate, enervate, and inspire. Somewhere deep in my subconscious, I remembered that fateful message spoken by a Chant on a page three years past. To loosely paraphrase, “Stories [are] people, and the way people are.” I chose to focus on resilience, made it my motto, and sure I still had lots of work to do, but it helped. It gave me the push I needed to keep going.
That last long Winter that seemed so dark that the sun was never going to come back? I went a-wandering, and lo, a new instalment from @ariaste ‘s Mithalgeard universe! Not a Chant sequel as such, but I couldn’t get my hands on it fast enough. It was an oasis. A respite from the grind and dreary routines. It was also gay as… well as gay as a rainbow covered in gold, let’s say. And I cannot recommend A Taste of Gold and Iron fiercely enough, because although in many ways I managed to end my degree on a high note, that book drew me out of the darkness of the coldest part of the year. It gave me the sense to smell the flowers, to bask in the green and golden glow of a soon-to-be-attained victory, long overdue.
Alex had by this point also published several shorter works, (and a whole library’s worth of content on AO3, naturally) which I leapt to read whenever they crossed my radar. It helped that I joined their discord community which was leaps and bounds more reliable in terms of getting updates and also just having the chance to share in mutual fandom gushing. If you’re even remotely interested in learning more about what I’ve talked about here, you should join in! https://discord.gg/XHJ9Uy5gef Everybody there is absolutely lovely. So why do I bring all this up? To summarize a preamble that is, to put it mildly, not short, Alex’s writing sings to my soul. I love it more deeply than my non-existent children, and their body of work continues to evolve and grow and deliver on the themes and core messages that hooked me with that first book.
But wait, there’s more! Life carries on, and with it comes new stories! Specifically, Running Close to the Wind! It’s Our Flag Means Death meets Mithalgeard, which if I haven’t convinced you to go and read those other instalments, well just trust me when I say that is a potent and persuasive pairing! It’s also going to be dropping at an important time for me, what with convocation, another big move in my life, and a whole whack of uncertainty. Much like Avra, Teveri, and Julian though, I’ll just have to brave the rocky waters and hold on to those nearest to me, and that’s what I’d like to focus on at the end of this post. A Conspiracy of Truth taught me that stories are people, A Choir of Lies showed how stories can change people, and A Taste of Gold and Iron drove home that stories we tell ourselves are the hardest to rewrite, but also the most rewarding when we take ownership of them. I anticipate that with Running Close to the Wind, Alex will likely show us (with ample amounts of pomp and queer circumstances) how the story of ourselves can only ever be written by interweaving the tales of those closest to us. Perhaps, we’ll even discover how to navigate the often stormy seas of uncertainty that seem omnipresent these days, whenever we deign to pull our noses out from whichever books we’re currently nestled within. I know that’s certainly something I’ll be looking out for, come this June, and now hopefully you will be too! (This last link does go to the webpage for Running Close to the Wind, Tumblr’s just being weird I guess.)
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fatehbaz · 11 days
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#thinking of dinosaurs and troodontids were my favorite dinosaurs as a child#when younger i had a real full troodontid tooth fossil that meant a lot to me#for a time we lived within a few kilometers of hadrosaur sites and troodontid sites#while wider general area had many sites of recovery for the big celebrities like tyrannosaur and multiple dromaeosaurs#at that time troodontids were kinda infamous for i think the depiction in some childrens field guides and dino books#which depicted like a fantasy speculative humanoid troodontid based on 1980s model at Canadian Museum of Nature in ottawa#anyway would visit a small local paleo center a lot and woman in her 70s or 80s ran the counter of their center and rock shop#one day she asked me what my fave dino was and i said troodon so she pulled out the tooth and just gifted it to me#in little black case size of ring box with padding and transparent plastic viewing cover kinda like laminate for displaying a trading card#tooth got stolen from out my vehicle while giving some people a ride while at university before i got too poor for tuition#later during first year of pandemic owner of my storage unit died and new property owners threw away everything i ever owned#i was homeless anyway lost job due to early pandemic closures and had to allocate any money to insulin and other prescrip meds#but wouldve found a way to save my things if the new owners had contacted me#they threw out photoalbums y backpacking gear y books y musical instruments y clothes y artwork y camera y all family keepsakes#and all childhood treasures like souvenirs and gifts and school awards and writing portfolios and all the little memories#which i was always sentimental about as child#from earliest age my room looked like a natural history museum with plants and maps and library of field guides#and rocks and field trip keepsakes and all kinds of little animal figurines and mother had painted room in forest greens and browns#to feel like a forest and among the succulent plants and a globe sat the troodon tooth#parents passed when i was a child#never near any family and were always moving never got to settle into proper stable place then father passed after long sad illness#and mother put in so much effort but she passed few years later and i could not take care of myself or my remaining material possessions#and so im still quite hurt having nothing whatsoever remaining of my childhood or school friends or mother or life generally#and when trying to process grief my thoughts often come back to the troodontid tooth as a focal point a distillation of what was lost#even when young i knew it was advised not to become too connected to material physical possessions#but still there are some small little trinkets in our lives that seem to hold so much meaning and i tortured myself for losing that tooth#thinking about troodon reminds me of childhood
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guideaus · 5 months
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okay, hi it's my birthday today and I also found out that the government recently withdrew an amount of aid I used in school in 2020 and 2021. this new bill is preventing me from starting my next semester. I'd really like to go back to school, buy a car, and eventually work on moving out which would improve my mental health. I'm also selling things online including manga and I can make gifs or icons if that interests anyone, just message me :) any support at all including reblogs would be appreciated, thank you for reading <3
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sits-bound · 6 months
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Put these shelves up so I'd have somewhere other than a shelf in my wardrobe to display my books. And the overflow of my Schitt's Creek stuff.
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marimeiastories · 9 months
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During the pandemic, the residents of a village in Norfolk county decided to open a contact-free book and board games library in an old phone box. The residents could also post riddles in a mini post box inside, signing the riddle with their name. Whoever picked the riddle had to solve it and then put it back in a letter addressed to the riddle-maker.
In love with this.
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tullytruther · 2 months
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ms. carol “i don’t need a savior and i don’t need a martyr, i just need a friend” peletier, ladies and gentlemen
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Weirdly, I think I’m getting more responsible and thoughtful as I age? Not on purpose (hah, no.) just for the same mysterious reasons that have guided my actions for the last few years. But yesterday I caught up on work and today I did a bunch of boring stuff like “fulfill requirements to stay a lawyer” and “write a letter to my best friend” and “answer a bunch of emails” and it was pretty easy, so in conclusion, I’m thirty-something and adult, everybody please clap.
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poetlcs · 10 months
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100 books to read before you die 
→   #47. great expectations by charles dickens
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banannabethchase · 8 months
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If I had a nickel for every time a stellar thriller YA major debut was followed up by two sequels increasing exponentially in darkness while keeping the heart and development of the characters and story, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
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rotzaprachim · 7 months
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obsessed with Giulia scarpaleggia’s book “Cucina povera” atm. It’s focused on traditional working class food from mainly Tuscany and northern Italy and it’s a lot of project cooking with relatively inexpensive ingredients. I made pici pasta from scratch with my cousin last night and it was really fun and super tasty. Definitely a project but extremely calming and meditative. I want to try the orchiette recipe next.
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diarythebookwyrm · 11 months
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So, uh...I've recently been reading the Emelan books by Tamora Pierce and Briar's Book hits a lot different in a post-Covid world, don't it?
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pandemic-info · 8 months
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"Public health officials urged calm. This, combined with their overconfidence in modern medicine, led them to downplay the severity of the pandemic. Publications like the British Medical Journal counseled silence and inaction: one editorial said, “When epidemics occur, deaths always happen. Would it not be better if a little more prudence were shown in publishing such reports instead of banking up as many dark clouds as possible to upset our breakfasts?” An editorial in the Manchester Guardian echoed this sentiment: “Terror is a big ally of the influenza, and if the public state of mind can be steered out of the channel of fright a long, long step will have been taken to conquer the epidemic.” Overreaction was frowned upon,"
1918.
via Pandemics: A Very Short Introduction
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