survivablyso:

uncle-whisky:

bibliophelia:

I firmly believe that there’s a “right” time to read a certain book. It’s okay if you’re interested in a book and it sits on your shelf for years. Maybe it didn’t call out to you when you wanted something to read because it was waiting for the right time to mean the most to you. Not saying this is always the case, but this has happened enough to recognize the magic.

I believe this is true in reverse, too. Some books you read when you’re younger, and they’re fantastic. They give you that escape you’re looking for, they make you question or wonder things you took for granted, maybe they even inspire you to write, or make any other kind of art, all your own.

And then you grow up and try re-reading it again, and realize that that book reads like hot garbage to you now.

That’s okay. You read it when you were supposed to. It’s done it’s job already, even if it’s no longer doing that job now.

this is why I have 46 unread books on my shelf.

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