Good day, dear Bibliophiles✨ It’s great to be back. art by Rudi Hurzlmeier

A crow can recall every route it has ever taken... crows are messengers, spies, guides, companions, harbingers of luck, deliverers of trinkets and treasures, tireless in all ways, more loyal than any other man or beast. ~Alice Hoffman

#art #myart #animals #speedpaint

“Heaven was a word: hell was something he could trust.” 📖 “Brighton Rock” ~ Graham Greene, 1938 #BookchatWeekly #BookwormSat 🎥#BrightonRock, 1948 2:15pm TODAY on @talkingpicturestv.bsky.social

Behind him,across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo. Lois Lowry, The Giver #BookWormSat

‘It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.’ ~ The Power of Myth by Joseph Campbell. @racheldeering.bsky.social here, growing up for #BookWormSat 🖼️ Eleazar Albin, 1720.

‘I wanted to be grown up, and now I wanted to be a child again, and I wanted to be what I had been before, and I wanted to be a boy with a free heart.’ ~ Dickens, Great Expectations. #BookWormSat

'Women, they have minds, and they have souls, as well as just hearts. And they’ve got ambition, and they’ve got talent, as well as just beauty. I’m so sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for.' -Louisa May Alcott @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat!

"Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself." -A Wrinkle In Time Madeleine L'Engle #BookWormSat

“Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn't the way they actually are.” #BookWormSat 🖊️ Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird #BookChatWeekly 🎨 Penguin Classic

‘I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.’ ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Women This #BookWormSat is all about coming of age for Louisa May Alcott’s birthday. Grow up with us! 🖼️ Storm, Zdzisław Jasiński, 1925.

'Dear, dear, dear!' he cried, 'one trouble after another! When I was dead, I wished I was alive; now I’m alive, I wish I was dead again.' -Jean de Bosschère @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat. Reposts will be slower than usual today, but we are here, so bear with us! 🦴

'The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.' -Edgar Allan Poe 🎨Edmund Dulac #BookWormSat

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed He watched the ads And not the road - Ogden Nash #BookWormSat ✍️ James Thurber #BookChatWeekly

The hour of midnight must be near So many ghosts, and forms of fright, Have started from their graves to-night Longfellow The Neighbouring Nunnery Rob Blair #BookWormSat

‘Ghosts could walk freely tonight, without fear of the disbelief of men; for this night was haunted, and it would be an insensitive man who did not know it.’ Steinbeck ~ Tortilla Flat @racheldeering.bsky.social here to be terrified for the rest of this spooky #BookWormSat 🖼️ Angela Deane

‘Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined. Harpier cries "'Tis time, 'tis time.’ ~ Macbeth for #BookWormSat 🖼️ George Cattermole, C19th.

‘I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain houses, light by light: lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.’ 📕Anne Sexton, Her Kind 🖼️ Leonora Carrington, Operation Wednesday #BookWormSat #witches #poetry

This mornings gift from nature was a huge rainbow and a hawk hunting. Both gratefully accepted.

"My dear man, why have people come throughout the ages to the necromancer—to the sorcerer—to the witch doctor? Only two reasons really. There are only two things that are wanted badly enough to risk damnation....So simple, isn’t it? Love—and death.” -The Pale Horse #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

'She was a wicked witch who was lying in wait there for children. She had built her house of bread only in order to lure them to her, and if she captured one, she would kill him, cook him, and eat him; and for her that was a day to celebrate.' -Hansel and Gretel 🎨Laura Barrett #BookWormSat

’Tis said, she first was changed into a vapour And then into a cloud, such clouds as flit Like splendour-wingèd moths about a taper Round the red west when the sun dies in it And then into a meteor #BookWormSat Percy Shelley/ The Witch of Atlas #BookChatWeekly 🎨 Jan Pienkowski

'...for beauty is a witch.' -Shakespeare @signemaene.com welcomes you to a witch's favourite edition of #BookWormSat.

#Gothtober photopoem shared 18th October 2025

On a bare branch A crow is perched Autumn evening ✍️ Matsuo Bashō 🖌️ Kawanabe Kyosai, Crow Resting #BookWormSat #autumn #haiku

Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! Humbert Wolfe #BookWormSat

Even now I remember those pictures, like pictures in a storybook … leaves ankle-deep on a gusty autumn road; bonfires and fog in the valleys; cellos, dark window-panes, snow. Donna Tartt / The Secret History Jo Grundy #BookWormSat

‘It is autumn in Moominvalley, for how else can spring come back again?’ ~ Finn Family Moomintroll, Tove Jansson. @racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of an Autumnal #BookWormSat 🍂

“It seems very dark outside.” “There is a fog, Sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness.” “Season of what?” “Mists, Sir, and mellow fruitfulness.” ~ The Code of the Woosters (1938), P.G.Wodehouse. #BookWormSat [🎨Herbert Roese]

That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. The October Country Ray Bradbury 1955 #BookWormSat 🍂 🖼️ Klimt 1901

'We stand among the fallen leaves In our own autumn day-- And, tott'ring on with feeble steps, Pursue our cheerless way.' -Caroline Norton 🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw #BookWormSat

"I love autumn. It’s so much richer than spring." And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her—a sense of the loveliness of the world—of her own intense enjoyment of that world....“I shall never be as happy again as I am now—never.” -The Hollow #AgathaChristie #BookWormSat

'...autumn charms my melancholy mind.' -Elizabeth Drew Stoddard @signemaene.com welcomes you to today's #BookWormSat 🎨John Atkinson Grimshaw

Don't talk to me of solemn days In autumn's time of splendor, Because the sun shows fewer rays, And these grow slant and slender. Why, it's the climax of the year,— The highest time of living! 🖊 Paul Laurence Dunbar #BookWormSat #BookChatWeekly 🎨 Arthur Rackham

'Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.' -Emily Brontë Tomorrow #BookWormSat celebrates autumn! Join us! 🍂

Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head. Shirley Jackson, The Lottery #BookWormSat

#Gothtober photopoem shared 11th October 2025

‘She stands over the fish, thinking about certain irrevocable mistakes she has made today.’ 📚Lydia Davis, The Collected Stories of Lydia Davis (The Fish, complete text, below) 🖼️ Leonora Carrington, The Last Fish (detail) #BookWormSat #ShortStories

Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned brightly. W. W. Jacobs, The Monkey's Paw #BookWormSat

We created the Machine, to do our will, but we cannot make it do our will now. It has… blurred every human relation and narrowed down love to a carnal act, it has paralyzed our bodies and our wills, and now it compels us to worship it. The Machine Stops E M Forster 1909 #BookWormSat 📚💙

'He felt the words bubbling up from that hidden place, deep within, propelled by the accumulated pressure of enforced concealment... He realised with a thrill that the telling had finally arrived' Jeremy Dyson, 'All in the telling' in: Never Trust A Rabbit #BookWormSat #ShortStories

‘Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!’ ~ Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Writings. #BookWormSat #Gothtober 🖼️ Rackham

“James Bond smiled to himself. They were soaring over the Triborough that supremely beautiful bridge into the serried battlements of Manhattan.” ~ 007 in New York, a James Bond short story (1963), Ian Fleming. #BookWormSat #JamesBond

#BookWormSat "Night and day, wind and storm, tide and earthquake, impeded man no longer. He had harnessed Leviathan. All the old literature, with its praise of Nature, and its fear of Nature, rang false as the prattle of a child." E M Forster - The Machine Stops 🎨Cosmos Institute

‘Sometimes I leaned over till my shadow mingled with that of Miss Sophie; then it seemed to me that we two were one.’ ~ Steen Steensen Blicher, The Diary of a Parish Clerk. This #BookWormSat celebrates the short story for Blicher’s birthday. Do join us. 🖼️ Émile Friant, 1891.

'See! Sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf.' -Angela Carter @signemaene.com welcomes you to #BookWormSat 's celebration of the short story! :-) 🎨Lucy Campbell

Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. #BookWormSat 🖋 Oscar Wilde, The Nightingale and the Rose #BookChatWeekly 🎨Alphonse Mucha

‘The badger grunting on his woodland track With shaggy hide and sharp nose scrowed with black Roots in the bushes and the woods, and makes A great high burrow in the ferns and brakes.’ ~ John Clare And @racheldeering.bsky.social here for the rest of a #WorldAnimalDay #BookWormSat

‘after its feasting it seeks its rest in a secret place within an earthen cave— there the mighty fighter for three nights’ space wends into slumber, occupied by sleep’ ~ The Panther, From The Exeter Book. #BookWormSat #Caturday 🖼️ Wellcome Collection

Peter was not very well during the evening. His mother put him to bed, and made some chamomile tea: "One table-spoonful to be taken at bedtime. Beatrix Potter, The Tale of Peter Rabbit #BookWormSat