The human digestive track is like the Amtrak line from Seattle to Los Angeles: transit time is about thirty hours, and the scenery in the last leg is pretty monotonous.

Gulp by Mary Roach

schoollibraryjournal:

The cover for Elizabeth Wein’s Rose Under Fire, a companion novel to Code Name Verity.

OH DEAR GOD THE FEELS!!!!!!!

schoollibraryjournal:

The cover for Elizabeth Wein’s Rose Under Fire, a companion novel to Code Name Verity.

OH DEAR GOD THE FEELS!!!!!!!

libraryjournal:

librarianpirate:

Found while weeding. I think there are a few of us here in the tumblarian community who can make this our own.

This is…amazing.

OMG I totally had this book!  :-)

libraryjournal:

librarianpirate:

Found while weeding. I think there are a few of us here in the tumblarian community who can make this our own.

This is…amazing.

OMG I totally had this book!  :-)

mpdrolet:

Bill Nighy
Phil Poynter

Bill Nighy - bringing sexy back to books.  (though it must be difficult to only read books that match your decor…)

mpdrolet:

Bill Nighy

Phil Poynter

Bill Nighy - bringing sexy back to books.  (though it must be difficult to only read books that match your decor…)

(unless you’re ‘Jaws’, in which case, go back on the shelf and leave me alone)

(unless you’re ‘Jaws’, in which case, go back on the shelf and leave me alone)

(Source: katiecupcakess)

You know, you spend your childhood watching TV, assuming that at some point in the future everything you see there will one day happen to you: that you too will win a Formual One race, hop a train, foil a group of terrorist, tell someone ‘Give me the gun’, etc. Then you start secondary school, and suddenly everyone’s asking you about your career plans and your long-term goals, and by goals they don’t mean the kind you are planning to score in the FA Cup. Gradually the awful truth dawns on you: that Santa Claus was just the tip of the iceberg - that your future will not be the rollercoaster ride you’d imagined, that the world occupied by your parents, the world of washing and dishes, going to the dentist, weekend trips to the DIY superstore to buy floor-tiles, is actually largely what people mean when they speak of ‘life’. Now, with every day that passes, another door seems to close, the one marked PROFESSIONAL STUNTMAN, or FLIGHT EVIL ROBOT, until as the weeks go by and the doors - GET BITTEN BY SNAKE, SAVE WORLD FROM ASTEROID, DISMANTLE BOMB WITH SECONDS TO SPARE - keep closing, you begin to hear the sound as a good thing, and start closing some yourself, even ones that didn’t necessarily need to be closed…

p25. Skippy Dies by Paul Murray

I went around my home library and found some books that I think benefit from the In Your Pants rule, and I’d like to share them with you.

(Source: textless-communcation)