The library at Mafra National Palace in Portugal. Where, to keep books from being damaged by insects, they uses 500 bats! The bats are kept in boxes during the day but at night they are let out and eat up to double their own body weight in insects. (Info taken from this article at bookwire. )
All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
In “Moral Disorder”, the title story from her acclaimed collection, Margaret Atwood tells a simple farm tale, but with all the skill and invention of her other fantastic worlds. Now available as an eBook short!
At first, for Nell and Tig, livestock would mean deadstock. Newly-arrived city slickers shouldn’t have animals, they think, corroborated by the real farmers down the road. But Tig’s kids from his first marriage are at the farm on weekends, and it’s not a bad education for children to learn where their food comes from. First come the chickens, then the ducks, and before Nell knows it the cows have arrived too. Soon Nell finds herself becoming a different type of woman than she ever thought she might be.
"Moral Disorder" is a perfect entryway into the vivid worlds of Atwood’s fiction, whether you’re a newcomer or a longtime fan of her incredible novels. Read more about this and other #VintageShorts here:
Jay and I decided to start reading together whenever we get the chance. He picked out a collection of books by Edgar Allan Poe and so far it’s been a sweet experience. Reading and getting weirded out together is nicer than watching our 4th movie in one day. It let’s us imagine. Whenever we finish reading we jot a little note about it on the contents page.
Her happiness balances on book spines.
"you don’t pass or fail at being a person, dear."
The problem that marked his earlier years: almost everything is interesting. Books, in particular; and learning other languages, cracking their codes, beginning to see their patterns and their mutations; and history.
And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.
You will exist, right there.
An eternal suspension
“I remember beard tennis: you counted the number of beards you spotted in the street: 15 for the first, 30 for the second, 40 for the third, and ‘game’ for the fourth.”