It's National Book Lovers' Day!

Happy National Book Lovers’ Day, lady! Considering this is a super-official national holiday and all, we want to make sure you’re fulfilling your civic duty by celebrating properly. 

First things first: Did you catch the rad book trailer for Nasty Galaxy? Did you pre-order your signed copy yet? Did you pick out which tour date you’re coming to? It’s an oversize, linen-bound, full-color stunner, filled with essays, interviews with inspiring women, and photos of Sophia’s home (and closet!). It’s the only cocktail party you can host on your lap and it hits shelves in less than two months; secure your copy ASAP!

As for the holiday at hand: It snuck up on you, didn’t it? We get it. You’re super busy running the world, yesterday was World Cat Day, tomorrow is National S’mores Day, etc., etc. There’s a lot to keep track of. But don’t worry; we put together some quick fixes for you so you can scratch that bookworm itch with minimal prep time:

via Ice Cream Books

via Ice Cream Books

  • The anonymously-run Ice Cream Books is weird, as in why? But it’s also strangely pleasing and cathartic. Simply staged and beautifully photographed, this Insta feed yields aesthetic pleasure in this literal melting together of two perfect things. Recommended less so for people who have mild panic attacks when book pages are dog-eared.
via Book Bento Box

via Book Bento Box

  • Equally pleasing and potentially less stressful: the Book Bento Box insta creates pretty, harmonious tableaus drawing from the themes of a given book and the colors on its cover. Books get to be the #instamodels and we're yet to see a discussion of thigh gap in the comments. 

 

Seeing as how the holiday is already in full swing and some of you might not have opted to stay in bed all day with a hardcover, we’re going to go out on a limb here: Pick up a book of poetry. Because when was the last time you took a pause amidst the chaos to read yourself a mother-effing poem? Shel Silverstein in third grade? The concentration and purposefulness of language provide a straight shot to the heart (or head or gut, depending on who you’re reading). A couple of boss-lady recs for today that you can pick up in your local bookstore:

  • Dip back into the classics with Sylvia Plath. Ariel is perhaps Plath’s most famous collection; published in 1965 two years after her suicide, it contains iconic bruisers like “Lady Lazarus, “Daddy,” and “Lesbos” (which was actually censored in some editions on the grounds that it was “indecent.”). It was recently announced that the unabashed author’s classic debut novel, The Bell Jar, is being turned into a film directed by Kirsten Dunst and starring Dakota Fanning.

 

  • In 1997, the poet and outspoken feminist Adrienne Rich turned down the National Medal of the Arts awarded to her by the Clinton administration in protest of the “racial and economic injustice in our country.” Pretty badass. In 1974, she won the National Book Award for Poetry for Diving Into the Wreck. Watch the late author read the title poem from that collection here.

 

via The New Yorker

via The New Yorker

  • Remember when Beyoncé caused the world to collectively lose its shit for the nineteeth time earlier this year with the surprise drop of Lemonade? If you somehow missed the visual album, we recommend you remedy that situation immediately. It’s stunning, and in part because of the visceral poetry that narrates the film. This is the work of 27-year-old Somali poet Warsan Shire. She was named the first Young Poet Laureate of London in 2014, and though she only has two published chapbooks you can track down—Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth and Her Body Blue—Shire seems destined for greatness. Listen to the poet read the poem from which Lemonade was derived here.

 

And lastly, let’s finish strong with a little reading-nook porn, shall we?

via Architechtural Digest

via Architechtural Digest

Gorgeous.

Brooding.

Dang. Nice window seat.

Architectural flourishes!

via Dwell / Jack Thompson

via Dwell / Jack Thompson

A reading cubby! 

via Apartment Therapy / Bridget Pizzo

via Apartment Therapy / Bridget Pizzo

Swoon!