thebookenchantress: This is the Book That Made Me Fall In Love With Reading, and here’s the story behind it- because with me there is always a Story Behind It. When I was seven my parents dragged me along to visit this young hippie couple they knew, which resulted in utter boredom and bothersome behaviour on my part until the girl gave me this book to read. Two hours later I was hiding beneath their bed because I
was one weird kid couldn’t bear to think of going home and giving the book up. Unfortunately I finished the book and fell asleep, which wasn’t a good thing since no one could find me, and they thought I’d crept out the back door. And it was ten at night.
So a great search ensued, and law enforcement was called, and I really don’t think my mother ever forgave me. Fortunately I woke up a few hours later and crawled stiffly out from beneath the bed, quite miserable and repentant; and this couple was so relieved (to have me out of their house, I imagine) they let me keep the book. (image from pinterest.com)
Images of people reading makes me happy, really they do. I am not ashamed of my silliness either. (Melina Souza flickr)
Everything the happy bibliophile needs for their desk. Including that dagger to stab the people who won’t leave you alone and let you read. (image communidade.sol.pt)
The wonderfully magnanimous and simply stupendous Liz bought me the OOTP in the original Bloomsbury edition at Waterstones (they did away with the apostrophe, you know) in London and I LOVE HER FOR IT. (image torrentfunk.com)