In which Ray recommends a few of his favorite reads of the last few months.
This book has ruined me. And simultaneously there have never been so many amazing bands referenced in one book. And the Impala. And James Dean and Clint Eastwood. And I’m fairly certain that you can’t start so many sentences with “and” and still sound like you’re literate and smart about books and…
RAINBOW ROWELL JUST REBLOGGED A POST (which I had reblogged from her) FROM ME BECAUSE SHE LIKED MY COMMENT. GUYS SHE KNOWS I EXIST. RAINBOW ROWELL KNOWS I EXIST
Some photos of the Wreck-It Ralph cake my husband made today for my son’s 9th birthday.
It’s a CAKE that looks like a PIE.
Also, there’s a story: Ralph wanted the cherry from the top of the whipped cream and accidentally stepped through the crust. Because he wrecks things.
Ralph and Felix were modeled out of marzipan and painted with food coloring.
I married a stone-cold genius.
Eleanor and Park on Flickr.
I’ve already posted the actual picture of this stitchery, but this is my favorite angle. I love the texture and some of the colors that get lost when looking at it straight on.
The fact that Eleanor and Park has a half Asian main character makes me want to cry because I’ve never read a book with a half Asian nevertheless one written so brilliantly and lovely and overwhelmingly near perfection.
The diversity in this book is so realistic so yeah. Alsgfjdjeisnskddkwpxkkeekd
"When he got on the bus, she was already sitting in their seat — but sitting in his spot, against the wall. He was too embarrassed to say anything. He sat down next to her and let his hands hang between his knees…
Which meant she really had to reach for his wrist, to pull his hand into hers. She wrapped her fingers around his and touched his palm with her thumb.
Her fingers were trembling.
"—
From Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell
The whole chapter about them holding hands was stunning and perfect and completely reminded me of the first time I held the hand of someone I really liked. I had to put down the book after all of that and just go to sleep.
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What a love story.
Oh my god, and the writing? I haven’t highlighted so many passages, phrases, or pages since ‘The Fault in Our Stars.’
I cannot ever imagine this book being replaced in my heart. I needed something to get me over finishing all of John Green’s books and now I’ve ended up with ANOTHER
"It’s going to be okay,” Park said.
She nodded. “Right.”
“Because I love you.”
She laughed. “Is that why?”
“It is, actually.”
“Good-bye,” she said. “Good-bye Park.”
“Good-bye, Eleanor…"
She nodded. “Right.”
“Because I love you.”
She laughed. “Is that why?”
“It is, actually.”
“Good-bye,” she said. “Good-bye Park.”
“Good-bye, Eleanor…"
— “Eleanor & Park” by rainbow rowell
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"You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away."
— “Eleanor & Park” by rainbow rowell
(Source: himmelle)
"I don’t know how to say good-bye to you,” she said.
He smoothed her hair off her face. He’d never seen her so fair. “Then don’t.”
“But I have to go…”
“So go,” he said with his hands on her cheeks. “But don’t say good-bye. It’s not good-bye.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “That’s so lame.”
“Seriously? You can’t cut me five minutes of slack?”
“That’s what people say—‘it’s not good-bye’—when they’re too afraid to face what they’re really feeling. I’m not going to see you tomorrow, Park—I don’t know when I’ll see you again. That deserves more than ‘it’s not good-bye’.”
“I’m not afraid to face what I’m feeling,” he said.
“Not you,” she said, her voice breaking. “Me.”
“You,” she said, putting his arms around her and promising himself that it wouldn’t be the last time, “are the bravest person I know.”
She shook her head again, like she was trying to shake off the tears.
“Just kiss me good-bye,” she whispered.
Only for today, he thought. Not ever."
He smoothed her hair off her face. He’d never seen her so fair. “Then don’t.”
“But I have to go…”
“So go,” he said with his hands on her cheeks. “But don’t say good-bye. It’s not good-bye.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “That’s so lame.”
“Seriously? You can’t cut me five minutes of slack?”
“That’s what people say—‘it’s not good-bye’—when they’re too afraid to face what they’re really feeling. I’m not going to see you tomorrow, Park—I don’t know when I’ll see you again. That deserves more than ‘it’s not good-bye’.”
“I’m not afraid to face what I’m feeling,” he said.
“Not you,” she said, her voice breaking. “Me.”
“You,” she said, putting his arms around her and promising himself that it wouldn’t be the last time, “are the bravest person I know.”
She shook her head again, like she was trying to shake off the tears.
“Just kiss me good-bye,” she whispered.
Only for today, he thought. Not ever."
— “Eleanor & Park” by rainbow rowell
(Source: himmelle)
"When you actually fall in love, no one sees that other person the way that you do. And what you see is so much more than the sum of that person’s physical parts. Attraction is what happens between you. It’s not universal. And it’s not conventional."
— interview with Rainbow Rowell
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