Dette blir rett og slett den lista jeg skal prøve å følge dette året. Når jeg har fått lest bøkene så skriver jeg hva jeg synes om dem, så du kan se om du er enig eller ikke :)
Av og til leser du en bok som får deg til å skratte på bussen. Noen ganger sitter du med tårevåte øyne. Andre ganger tenker du "wow, jeg lever i en fantastisk verden, i et fantastisk solsystem, i en utrooolig stor galakse...i et tilsynelatende uendelig, mindblowing og fremdeles ekspanderende univers!!! I morgen skal jeg fortelle en venn hvor vakker han/hun er. Alt er så vakkert! Herregud, sa jeg det høyt?"
Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
Weltschmerz. It’s the depression you feel when the world as it is does not line up with the world as you think it should be… Because everyone thinks it should be possible to just keep falling and falling forever, to feel the rush of air on your face as you fall, that air pulling your face into a brilliant goddamned smile. And that should be possible. You should be able to fall forever.
He anagrammed "yrs forever" until he found one he liked :sorry fever. And then he lay there in his fever of sorry and repeated the now memorized note in his head and wanted to cry, but instead he only felt this aching behind his solar plexus. Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something.
Her forteller jeg om gode science fiction bøker jeg har lest og håper å få tips om fler jeg burde lese
Her legger jeg bøker som omhandler samfunn i oppløsning - der karakterene lever i det motsatte av en utopi. Ofte vil de også være postapokalyptiske.
It kills me sometimes, how people die.
Mirakler skjer kun for dem som tror på mirakler
It is not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours, and then be willing to let it go.
"How do I know you'll keep your word?" asked Coraline.
"I swear it," said the other mother. "I swear it on my own mother's grave."
"Does she have a grave?" asked Coraline.
"Oh yes," said the other mother. "I put her in there myself. And when I found her trying to crawl out, I put her back."