Best 14 quotes of Katarina Bivald on MyQuotes

An incomplete series could be catastrophic, even for those around you.

As early as high school, she had realized that few people paid attention to you if you were hidden behind a book.

Elle avait pris l’habitude de laisser la porte entrouverte afin que l’air humide de l’automne se mêle au parfum des livres. Elle avait toujours pensé que l’air automnal et les livres allaient bien ensemble, que les uns comme les autres se mariaient bien avec des plaids, des fauteuils confortables et de grandes tasses de café ou de thé.

For as long as she could remember, she had thought that autumn air went well with books, that the two both somehow belonged with blankets, comfortable armchairs, and big cups of coffee or tea.

Il était ennuyeux de considérer des livres comme des lectures incontournables au motif que d’autres les avaient lus

Il faut avoir un côté rêveur pour apprécier les livres, en tout cas au début.

Il y a toujours un lecteur pour chaque livre. Et un livre pour chaque lecteur.

It was, in many ways, her dream bookshop. Not least because all the books had already been read. Books that had already been read were the best.

...nowadays, everyone seemed to be dreaming of absolutely everything. Traveling and loving and having a fantastic career and a happy family, all while being thin, beautiful, popular, and in touch with their spiritual side.

One of the most difficult things when you were trying to navigate the world of books was dealing with all the unreliable authors. They were so unbelievably tricky to keep track of. An author might write a brilliant book, only to follow it up with something utterly mediocre. Or, and this was almost worse, one might have written a brilliant book but then turn out to be dead. Then there were those authors who started a series but never finished it.

Sara couldn't help but think that she had somehow missed the moment when life was meant to begin. For a long time she had simply drifted through it, reading. While everyone around her was teenaged, unhappy, and foolish, this hadn't been a problem. But then suddenly everyone had grown up around her, and she had done nothing but read.

She had kept well behind the safety barrier her entire life, but now she was standing there at the edge of the precipice for the very first time, fumbling blindly with the realization that there were other ways to live, at how intense and rich life could be.

That's what books are for," Sara said, smiling at him. "The perfect excuse to do nothing. Make no decisions.

This is a small town, so everyone talks. Ironic, isn't it—so few people, so many opinions?