I must warn you of my bad disposition. I am incapable of speaking of myself and of my life and the states of my soul, I am discreet to an almost pathological degree, and there is nothing I can do against that. If this is possible for you, I'd like to speak of literature. - Milan Kundera, in a 1985 letter to the New York Times in response to them asking for an interview

New post at macrolit.books at IG about one of the rarest vintage Modern Library books and a female author who emerged on the literary scene 85 years ago.

Rearranged this bookshelf yesterday… from ml.books

Today’s book haul! Sooo many vintage editions! I can’t wait to show you the covers of Orlando, Lolita, and Brave New World. :D

Only a literary work that reveals an unknown fragment of human existence has a reason for being.

Thoughts are often false. A feeling's always real. Not true, just real.

Sunday shelfie

from ml.books

The Poems and Fairy Tales of Oscar Wilde

Vintage Penguin Classics and the case to my Fender Stratocaster

This guitar hasn’t seen the outdoors in a couple decades. I forgot how vivid her colors are. 

Imagine reading a fictional novel and coming across a person you actually, literally know. I wrote about this in my new IG post.

Mr. Postman brought me another gem for my library yesterday. I like him, he always bears gifts and treasures to me :-) How to read a book, the classic guide to intelligent reading, caught my attention when I started to think more about the structure, wording and other hidden secrets of writing books. I am really looking forward to dive into, together with How to read literature like a professor.

You may have noticed similar yellow pattern on some of my photos. That is because I love to work, read or simply linger in my kitchen. After a while, I have also a table now, so I enjoy it immensly :-)

Where do you read most often? Do you have some special reading place(s)? I’d like to know!

Tar Baby and Sula, Toni Morrison

“In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.” - Sula, Toni Morrison