#life of pi book

[cloudtinn]

Life Of Pi (2012), dir. Ang Lee.

[adaptations-polls]

Which version of this do you prefer?

[litsnaps]

[puffygator]

Doing some book covers

[litandlifequotes]

Let me say plainly: I love you, I love you, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

[lowcountry-gothic]

Classic Novels of All Time Postcards, by Lâm Tùng Nguyễn.

Beauty and Sadness by Kawabata Yasunari

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

Watership Down by Richard Adams

The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien

[quotessentially]

From Yann Martel’s Life of Pi

[quotespile]

Life will defend itself no matter how small it is.

Yann Martel, Life of Pi

[sai-haras]

(grabs you by the shoulders) listen. LISTEN. the point of v3's end is not that you get there and ask the question "well was shirogane lying about danganronpa and everything else?" the point is that whichever story was true, it mattered, because fiction can change the world. the game WANTS you to be uncomfortable and uncertain about who was right in the end because the game is ABOUT the complete subjectivity of truth and the failure of neat, linear reality from the word go. it also doesn't automatically mean the ending is "bad" because it leaves itself open to interpretation bcos that's the POINT the fact that you don't know and that you will never know is literally the POINT OF THE WHOLE GAME! this is true for every postmodern story btw

[sixofravens-reads]

Every now and again I think of my high school English teacher who once said "you know, Twilight isn't High Literature, but Stephenie Meyer did get millions of teenage girls to read 600 page books in a week and I commend her for that." and I think that's important to remember.

the point is that even though a book may be silly or fluffy or not that deep, reading is still reading, and I bet a solid 50% of the online book community wouldn't exist without popular fiction like Twilight, or silly children's fiction about unicorn worlds, or even the current "fairy fuck books" fad. ya gotta start somewhere, and somewhere is often fluffy fun reads and not High Literature.

[lpsdiva]

If you shake me like an eight ball, I’ll cry when I have to grant you a wish.

[jeandejard3n]

The Peace of the Apes | Ambient Music

[litsnaps]

[optimistc-apathy]

Before anything else, I am a writer.

I would also call myself a singer. Or a textile artist, maybe. I could be a sibling, or a friend, or a student, or a baker, or a gardener, or a cook. There is an incredible number of labels you could put on me that would fit.

When I was a kid, I would deny so vehemently that I ever wanted to be a writer. I used to read like it was breathing, and when my relatives would interrupt me in the middle of a story to ask if I'd ever want to author one myself, I would tell them that reading and writing were two different things, thank you very much, and just because I was a reader didn't mean I was a writer.

But, through that love for reading, I ended up figuring out what the phrase "Stockholm Syndrome" meant much younger than you might expect. Think eight or nine, after reading the "Series of Unfortunate Events." Which, if you didn't know, is a notably bad place to garner vocabulary. Lemony Snicket is in the habit of explaining words in a context entirely different from what they actually mean. Still, I have a vivid memory of sitting in a corner of the living room on Thanksgiving as a nine-year-old (reading, naturally), and hearing my sister's boyfriend ask my mom for clarification on the concept of Stockholm Syndrome. I looked up from my book and told him what it was -- much to the chagrin of my parents, who were wondering where I'd learned it.

It's ironic that it was a book that introduced me to the concept of Stockholm Syndrome, and that it was one of the few phrases that Lemony Snicket ever explained correctly. I doubt you're unfamiliar with it, but it means to be trapped or held captive by something, and to grow to love it anyway.

When I think about it now, I realize that it was inevitable that I learned to love to write. I also hated learning how to read, but my dad taught me before I even started kindergarten, and I loved knowing I was better at it than the other kids. It was my way of setting myself apart. I drank so desperately from the books I read that I couldn't help but fill myself with words.

And then, just as inevitably, they had nowhere to go.

That was the first part of my own experience with Stockholm Syndrome. I was folded into myself like origami, with so much to say and no space for it. Every word I'd ever read was crammed into my lungs, and I didn't know what to do with them. It wasn't until I found other people's writing (like Broadway shows I loved, intersectional queer lit, characters that looked and felt and breathed like me, etc.) that I ever wanted to make my own.

I didn't start writing until I was 13. I found my first inspiration -- and what it was, I'll never tell because lord, is it embarrassing -- and I made something out of it. It felt like reaching down into my chest and taking hold of something I barely knew was there and turning myself out onto the page, but in a different font. Whether that be Times New Roman or the chicken scratch I had going in 4 different notebooks simultaneously, there was always something to say. I could never get away from it. And, as the Stockholm Syndrome mention might suggest, I grew to love it.

There is a part of me now that is inextricable from my writing. I put words together to get feelings out, in a way that is both authentic to myself and more beautiful than anything I have ever been. I put words together to process what I've been through. I put words together to write lives that I've never lived, and I grow vicariously through them. I know that love exists because I write it into existence. I am all that I need to be through the words I put down.

At the end of the day, yes. I am fully and completely bound to my writing. I am trapped in a way that I will never experience elsewhere. I would be nothing without it.

But fuck, I love it.

[bizarrebirds]

Hello 👋

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[litandlifequotes]

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.

Life of Pi by Yann Martel