The Little Prince | Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
One of my favorite literary characters of all time.
I approve of The Awl’s 111 Male Characters of British Literature, In Order of Bangability. Number three can be ogled at in the picture above.
I wish I was sleeping here tonight.
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That book is so fucked up; that story’s the worst. I mean, at the end the tree is a stump and the old guy just sitting on him; he’s just used him to death, and you’re supposed to want to be the tree? Fuck you. You be the tree. I don’t want to be the tree. — Ryan Gosling on The Giving Tree
Did you hear that the Barnes & Noble in this film, the one on 66th Street, is closing?
I did! I had this fantasy about a scene in a romantic comedy where I would go there, realize it was closed, and run into a guy who had the same idea. And then we’d walk to the next Barnes & Noble together and fall in love! It was an incredibly specific and also plagiaristic You’ve Got Mail meeting-a-guy fantasy. But that’s how I spend 90 percent of my time — having romantic-comedy fantasies in which I’m wearing little pencil skirts and hurrying down to the subway.
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R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps series is heading to the big screen. As I’m still deathly terrified of killer dummies, I’ll be hiding in the corner and eagerly awaiting Diablo Cody’s Sweet Valley High.
Role Model of the Day: Award-winning sci-fi novelist Neil Gaiman will be animated for a guest stint on an upcoming episode of the long-running kid’s show Arthur, in which he inspires one of Elwood City’s budding graphic novelists to follow their dream.
This has got to be the single most fantastically surreal cameo of all time.
[geekdad.]
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When I made the decision to move overseas, I also made the decision to get rid of my entire library — 1,500 books. Most were sold to a used bookstore, some donated to charity, others handed off to friends. Down to several hundred near the moving date, the gentleman who came over to pick up the shelves I was selling asked what I was doing with the giant stacks now lined up around my bare walls. ‘Do you want them’, I asked. He immediately picked up a stack and started loading up his car. My friend Charles and I sat gloomily as the man made trip after trip up and down my stairs. I skipped refilling my glass with vodka and just started drinking out of the bottle. ‘It’s the stories they contain, not the books themselves, right’, I asked. ‘Sure, kid. Can you top me off.’
I don’t miss the stories in Isak Dinesen’s Seven Gothic Tales. I can hop over to East of Eden bookstore and probably find a copy of the same book. But it wouldn’t have the same smell, it wouldn’t be a perfect 1960s Modern Library hardback edition, and it wouldn’t have my 2007 Dublin bus schedule jammed between the pages as a bookmark. I don’t miss the book, I miss *the book*. I hope it’s being read and loved right now, and my bus schedule replaced with a subway pass or a receipt for coffee and an almond croissant.
— Jessa Crispin in The Smart Set (via thebronzemedal) (via thoughtsdetained)