You know you’re a (foolish) lit nerd when you quote the last lines of Ulysses in an email to your (male) teacher about University applications (after having watched a youtube video a few months ago in which Stephen Fry says that it’s his favourite book and talks about the overwhelming positivity of ‘yes!’ and so thinking that quoting it would be a good way of expressing positivity) without actually knowing the context of that last chapter since you’ve only gotten up to Oxen of the Sun. So embarrassing.

#Joyce #Ulysses

You know you’re a lit nerd when you’ve considered naming one James and the other Joyce if you ever have twins.

Sorry, for some reason this has my name attatched… to clarify, this is from Tara (teajaylea@gmail.com), with many thanks! :D

You know you’re a lit nerd when books are “Es muss sein!” of your life.

You know you’re a lit nerd when you’re gasping for air trying to breathe whilst exercising, and all you can think is, sucks to your ass-mar.

You know you’re a lit nerd when you get an unnecessarily huge kick out of dictionary surnames.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE A LIT NERD WHEN SPOILERS DONT BOTHER YOU BECAUSE THE THEMES MATTER MORE THAN THE PLOT

You know you’re a lit nerd when you and your friends have started a couple’s book club involving only yourselves, and you regularly steal books from each other.

You know you’re a lit nerd when your friend takes you to Boots to buy a Christmas present and you can’t think of anything but you go to Waterstones and you’re overwhelmed!

You know you’re a lit nerd when you bring back books for your boyfriend to make sure you’re on the same level.

You know you’re a lit nerd when you’re going back to uni and you’re wondering how you’re going to fit your clothes in around your books.

You know you’re a lit nerd when…

You have 500 pages of reading and 5 math problems to do over the weekend.
You complain about the math.

you know you’re a lit nerd when all you can think of when reading One Hundred Years of Solitude was “How much incest can you fit in one book!?!?”

You know you’re a lit nerd when you hesitate for just a moment before eating a peach.

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

From One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

The first book that truly haunted me. I still have passages of it memorized :)

I absolutely love your tumblr, by the way. I come from a community where for a lot of people it’s a miracle if you graduate high school, let alone actually read beautiful literature for the joy of it, so this tumblr is wonderful. As my grandmother (who, as soon as I could spell words of up to 2 syllables, gave me Jane Eyre to read) would put it, this is bloody marvelous. Thanks so much! :)