Evenings are coming early now. I spend a lot of time reading at bedtime. And Italo Calvino is my ultimate comfort read. I love his worlds. He’s a magician.
the old-fashioned, upstate
new hampshire vermont liberal arts college setting, its cast of characters, their elite backgrounds & sartorial choices, are nothing but purest dark academia porn. a thrilling treat on so many levels. every page has got beautifully worked sentences and descriptions. every precious detail feels like a clue. the plot and narrative voice full of twists, turns, nostalgia, pain… my new favorite book. can’t believe it took me this long to read this, i fucking love donna tartt, she is a master. xxx bookworm
for pressing clothes. a romantic bygone of laundry days. old sad irons, box irons, etc. what are they good for now? – gone all cold, all rust. improvised bludgeoning weapon, maybe; bookend like atlas, immovable doorstop, paperweight, printer’s baren… but they’re magnetic to me.