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jamesrostron:

A double-bill of Lord of the Rings posts today, this one showing the route of the fellowship from Rivendell to Mordor; one of the most awesome and geekiest posts I’ve ever done.

jamesrostron:

A double-bill of Lord of the Rings posts today, this one showing the route of the fellowship from Rivendell to Mordor; one of the most awesome and geekiest posts I’ve ever done.

(via adventuresonpaper)

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“Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.”

- George R.R. Martin  (via indisposablehero)

This is one of the most beautiful quotes I think I have ever read. I love it, and I will treasure it for my entire life.

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Book #1 of 2014
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
Genre: Fiction
Pages: 771
Opening line: While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.
Things: I’m not sure I can express how much I hated this book. To start with, it needed to be at least 200-300 pages shorter and the main character appears to have no self-awareness or ability to analyze events as they occur, he simply floats from one event to the next, not realizing what’s happening until some other character points it out to him. I recall thinking at the start of the book that the image of the painting seemed like a clumsy metaphor for the plot of the book, and it is, yet it aptly sums up how the main character feels for the painting and how I feel about the book. 
Closing line: And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next. 
(via The Goldfinch - Hachette Book Group)

Book #1 of 2014

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

Genre: Fiction

Pages: 771

Opening line: While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years.

Things: I’m not sure I can express how much I hated this book. To start with, it needed to be at least 200-300 pages shorter and the main character appears to have no self-awareness or ability to analyze events as they occur, he simply floats from one event to the next, not realizing what’s happening until some other character points it out to him. I recall thinking at the start of the book that the image of the painting seemed like a clumsy metaphor for the plot of the book, and it is, yet it aptly sums up how the main character feels for the painting and how I feel about the book. 

Closing line: And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next. 

(via The Goldfinch - Hachette Book Group)

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