Re-reading Books Is A Dangerous Game

Note: I won’t go into much detail about our current world-wide situation as I don’t have much to add to all existing information and I personally love the book blogging world for the escapism it offers. That said, I do hope that you and your loved ones are doing well!

Now let’s get on to the blog post:

I recently re-read One Hundred Years of Solitude, which for a long time I had claimed to be my favourite book. Though I still loved most of it, there were also some parts of it I didn’t like as much, mainly because there seemed to be some issues with consent.

Side note: How many times do you have to read something before you can call it your favourite book?

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10 Books About Books & Book Lovers

For the last couple of months the book blogging world has been enthralled by The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern. I’m only 1/3 in so I can’t say much about it yet, but one of the reasons why everyone seems to love it (and rightly so!) is that it pays homage to reading, readers and the books we all love.

If you have already read The Starless Sea and are wondering what to do with yourself, or would simply like to read more books on this theme, here are 10 books to keep you going:

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Stories Are Treasures, Books Are Things

When I enjoy a book or feel a lot of feelings about it, I like to interact with the text. I look up the words I don’t know, highlight my favourite quotes (initially in pencil; I return to the quotes when I’ve finished the book and highlight the very best with a marker) and comment on the story: from “I love this” and “yay” to “so dramatic” and “uuugh”.

Similarly, I delight in reading what other people have written in the margins of their books. My grandfather always puts a little pencil mark in front of passages he enjoys. As a result, whenever I borrow a book from him I feel like it comes with an extra dimension: I’m both reading the book and simultaneously following his reading of it. Continue reading “Stories Are Treasures, Books Are Things”

Brussels as an Invisible City

BrusselsHere in Brussels, I am part of a book club. We meet every month or so and select two books beforehand of which we have to read at least one. One of our most recent reads was Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino. It took me a while to get into this book, but when I did I was very impressed. It’s a frame narrative in which Marco Polo tells Kubla Kahn of the many cities he has seen on his travels. The cities are presented in short fragments of one or two pages that paint an image of its most unusual features, more like poems than stories. Continue reading “Brussels as an Invisible City”