I have recently started a collection of First Edition Books, this would be perfect.
The black and white photos create a nice ambiance to curl up with a good book.
*Sigh
Books
Bedtime
Saw this on Pinterest-
I need to find this as a sign and hang it in my room.
Back To Reading
What You Read
Good Times
Escape
People say that desperate times call for desperate measures. Desperate may not be the most appropriate word for the situation but it would garner the desired results.
The exact moment it happened could not be deciphered. All that he understood was the need to flee became more than a passing thought but a way of life.
Money as always was tight, he had only dollars to spare. Time was even tighter, he would be lucky to find minutes to spare.
If he didn’t get away he was certain the anxiety that racked his body would cripple him. Consequences be damned, he had to do this for him.
Ever so slowly he made his way across the room and grasped at his last resort. Flipping open the cover, his fingers slid across the page, his eyes adjusted to the text, minutes later his was gone.
Risky Business
The Moment
Trinket Bookshelf
I am still on the hunt for the perfect bookshelf. My collection of books is constantly growing and I am running out of space and though I don’t like to admit it I am even out of room on the floor. This shelf grabbed me because it was the type of shelf I want to find my own books on one day. It is modern and fun while offering nice storage. It also adds a spot for the placement of unique items.
What trinket would you put at the end of each shelf?
Happy Friday Everyone!
The Library
The scent is utterly recognizable. To him it is serenity. To some the musk, the leather and the age would bring up disconcerting emotions. For him, his blood pressure drops and his mind clears. There is no description that can do the ambiance justice. This is a place while full is vacant of any worries.
The need to escape now is greater than ever. Destruction, death and apathy weigh heavily on the soul. It ages a man far past his years, the lines are added to his face, the stress upon his heart. An escape if only for a moment can bring immeasurable relief.
He enters the room fully and makes his way to his faithful chair. Sinking into it, he closes his eyes and reaches for the side table out of instinct. His fingertips feel the etched writing on its spine. Opening his eyes the book, The Great Gatsby, was in front of him. His eyes adjusted to the text, he let go of any remaining grasp on reality.
Survival if only for a page was undeniably his.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 