Seriously. The first thing I ever do when I walk into someone’s house is go straight for their bookshelves. I don’t do it subtly either. I just walk right over to their bookshelves and say “I’m judging your book collection.”
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Books of Wonder, if you’ve never heard of it, is the most perfect independent children’s bookstore in New York City. They host some of the best events I’ve ever been to (Mockingjay midnight release WITH Suzanne Collins) and have a wonderful collection of picture book art and collectable and rare books.
They recently took an unexpected loss, and need help to keep the store going. If all of my followers could donate a few dollars, I would love you all forever. This store is one of the last of its kind, and if it goes out of business, New York City will be losing one of its most special places.
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Steampunk and Literature
- I've noticed something.
- There was a statistic I read a while ago, and it was that under half (I do not remember the exact number, I just remember it was low) of people who say that they're into steampunk actually read steampunk books. And it's true. People who are into steampunk are very intelligent and very well read. When I talk to people at steampunk events about books though, it is rare that Kady Cross and G.D. Falkson come up. The people at these cons are people who love anachronisms and science fiction. Victorian literature (the original stuff) is fair game for conversation, but modern steampunk novels are not. No one dresses up as characters from these books or comic books.
- One of the only plausible reasons I can think of for this issue is this: Could it be that steampunk novels are more for people who are not immersed in the lifestyle than the ones who are?
- I'd love any other explanations...
Once upon a dim stage dreary, while I twirled, weak and weary
Under many quaint and curious gaze’s of voyeurs wanting more
While I spun round, nearly falling, suddenly there came a calling
the voice of which was quite appalling, appalling and it screamed out “WHORE”
Tis’ some drunkard, I muttered, screaming out the insult “WHORE”
Only this and nothing more.
Cats and books go hand in hand.
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