There are three kinds of books. The first kind form the majority, novels or stories that we read, and then largely forget about. The second kind carve a corner of our heart out and fills it in with quotes, smiles and dog-eared pages. The third kind are rare – books that make us wish they would never end. I call them my KitKat books.Continue reading “My KitKat Books”
He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and shiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him intact.
She laughed and laughed and laughed until the vowels were rolling across the walls and floors, as if they meant to do away with the laws of time and space
– Fredrik Backman
(A Man Called Ove)
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta : the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
– Vladimir Nabokov