December 11, 2022 - Reading time: ~1 minute

Walking between the old squatter cottages in The Jitties–in cold air and near dark, through mizzling rain–I hear a voice coming from a parked car. It’s American, intimate yet resonant, penetrating, conscious of an audience, and it’s reading from someone’s new novel, one of those clever first person deliveries designed to imply a listener in the text. There’s no driver in the car. There’s no one in the car at all. Its engine is running, it’s stopped at an angle at a corner in a billow of its own smoke. I walk past and go home thinking how much I’d like to win that Radio Four lottery and have my new book read that way, loudly but personably, to an empty lane at the end of November.

—M. John Harrison

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July 6, 2019 - Reading time: ~1 minute

Crafted by @monde.
"The Tokyo-based artist built and designed intricate, wooden bookshelf inserts that are like miniature dioramas of narrow alleyways you might find in the streets of Tokyo."

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boccræft;

August 23, 2015 - Reading time: ~1 minute

i.e. ‘book-craft’, the study of books.

A learned person can be called boccræftig 'book-crafty’.

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July 17, 2014 - Reading time: ~1 minute

The love of books. My library is an archive of longings.

—Susan Sontag
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May 18, 2012 - Reading time: ~1 minute

A closed book is beautiful, because anything can be written in it, and so everything is.

—Catherynne M. Valente, Yume no Hon

What makes lovemaking and reading

May 4, 2012 - Reading time: ~1 minute

resemble each other most is that within both of them times and spaces open, different from measurable time and space.

— Italo Calvino, If on a winter’s night a traveler