Anthony Trollope by Napoleon Sarony
I cannot get over the fact that it is possible to have one favourite book. My mind is blown. What was the question again?
This bafflement is in response to the Daily Prompt: Judgment Day. If you were to judge your favourite book by its cover, would you still read it?
Back from the Dead and Taking Selfies: Classic Authors on Instagram [courtesy Quirk Books]
Walt Whitman by G. Frank E. Pearsall, 1872
Any aspiring professional willing to take writing advice from E.L. James is an idiot. Although her bank account is inspirational, her ability is not. The opposite direction is this way. —————> You are welcome.
E.L. James’ ‘Shades of Grey: Inner Goddess’: a writer’s journal [courtesy Los Angeles Times Books]
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow by Julia Margaret Cameron, 1868
Rejoice, dear readers! There is an entire Tumblr devoted to cheesy book covers. I repeat: there is an entire Tumblr devoted to cheesy book covers. It is a glorious time waster full of delightfully bad Photoshop jobs and crudely executed artwork.
What happens when you combine the poetry of Pablo Neruda with photographs of cats?
You are welcome.
I’m going to party like it is 1906. See you next year!
New Year’s Eve 1906 at the Savoy. The Illustrated London News, Saturday, January 5, 1907.
“And we’ll take a cup ‘o kindness yet, for auld lang syne.”-Robert Burns, Auld Lang Syne
Be truthful. This is exactly how you’ve always pictured The (Mad) Hatter, right? Right? Who’s with me?
19th century actor in character as The Hatter.
(Source: Retronaut)
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