Every series we read carries us off into a new world, and the best way to live life is to live many. Be a hero, become a wizard, be shunned as an outcast, fall into a fairytale land, start a revolution, risk your life to help an angel, be a badass assassin, fall in love, journey across vast lands, kill a few demons along the way. Take the time to laugh and cry with the people who teach you that making a difference isn’t easy, but it’s possible.
I think back to my dream of the boy,because in it I find solace.I like that word.I’m going to make it my word of the year.There is just something about that boy that makes me feel like I belong. Belong. Long to be.
On the Jellicoe Road- Melina Marchetta
ran into this at my local barnes & noble
this is so much better than so many other movie covers omgosh my locker buddy has this for the whole series and just bfjsgtjksdhGJKSDG i love it.
I need one of these now …
Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters
we need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay
“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”
"The Galaxy, which had been enjoying a period of unusual peace and prosperity at the time, reeled like a man getting mugged in a meadow.”
"it was a deep, hollow malevolent voice which sounded like molten tar glurping out of a drum with evil on its mind.”
"Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”
"… a large and voluminous creature who looked like someone losing a fight with a pink duvet …”
"He screwed up his face and then dropped his head forward, shaking it like someone trying to shake a coin out of a money box.”
"He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”
"He leapt to his feet like an author hearing the phone ring”
"he started to stalk forward slowly and stealthily wearing a puzzled frown of concentration, like a leopard that’s not sure whether it’s just seen a half-empty tin of cat food half a mile away across a hot and dusty plain.”
"it looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”
"If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”
You forgot one of the best ones:
"The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t."