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HELP! 

Today our school got a new animal alphabet puzzle to use when teaching phonics. There’s A alligator, E elephant, L lion… and then there’s N, W, and X … which none of us teachers have ANY idea about. Do you recognize these creatures?! What on earth are these things?! —The letter U is unicorn… so it’s possible these aren’t all real animals… riiiight?!

(The only antlered w mammals I know are wildebeest and the white tailed deer. But neither of those look like that thing.)

Are Books Bad?

      Yes, go, go—I would not wish you back again.

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice


“Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had at Harrenhal.” 

George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords. Not entirely sure how to interpret that. Any thoughts?

“Yet somehow she felt calmer than she ever had at Harrenhal.” 

George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords. Not entirely sure how to interpret that. Any thoughts?

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Reading A Feast for Crows on my new Kindle! 

Reading A Feast for Crows on my new Kindle! 

Anonymous: What is your absolute favourite book?

That’s really difficult to answer since I’ve been reading voraciously since age four. However, with that in  mind, I can be quite sentimental about books. I’m loyal. The first chapter books I ever read on my own were The Chronicles of Narnia (which is where my lion love comes from), so I’d have to say they are my favorite! <3

Sir Oscar Wilde and Charles Dickens action figures, complete with accessories. 

Found these in Baltimore… SO MUCH WANT! 

&#8220;Words, words, words.&#8221; &#8212;Hamlet

“Words, words, words.” —Hamlet

notajellyfish:

Just like it sounds. An interesting and concise list of some of the various languages created within literary texts. And not all of them are fantasy/sci-fi!

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      If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

— Henry David Thoreau, Walden