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Jenny Gaitskell
@jennygaitskell.bsky.social
Small and/or speculative fictions. Old dictionaries. Shingle beaches. Everyday magic.

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https://www.jennygaitskell.com/

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'But by reading their books, I saw the other side of them - their humanity. Somehow I was sure that if people were willing to read each other, and see the light of other cultures, there would be no war on earth.'

Nguyễn Phan Quế Mai, The Mountains Sing

#BookWormSat
🎨 Jeannie Kinsler
November 8, 2025 at 9:28 AM
'I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don't have names.'

Helen Oyeyemi, White Is for Witching

#BookWormSat

🎨 Gwenda Morgan, Midnight Madness - Witches on Night Flight
October 25, 2025 at 2:11 PM
'Out of all the seasons, it is the most honest about time... autumn is not shy about things coming to an end. It welcomes it, waving leafy flags of red, yellow and gold.'

Samantha Sotto Yambao, Water Moon

#BookWormSat (autumn)

🎨 Carole Garland
October 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
'But to praise despair is to condemn delight, to embrace violence is to lose hold of everything else.'

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

#BookWormSaturday
(is celebrating short stories)

🎨 Jennifer Moses
October 11, 2025 at 10:01 AM
can't talk
for this shy moon
please
leave your
message

#TankaThursday (message)
#DailyHaikuPrompt (hunters moon or pink)

🎨Bet Low
October 10, 2025 at 7:40 AM
'Books have souls,’ repeated the cat softly. ‘A cherished book will always have a soul. It will come to its reader’s aid in times of crisis.'

Sōsuke Natsukawa, The Cat Who Saved Books

#BookWormSat 💙📚
🎨 Eva Fialka
October 4, 2025 at 3:54 PM
'Life is a train that stops at no stations; you either jump abroad or stand on the platform and watch as it passes.'

Yasmina Khadra, What the day owes the night

#BookWormSat

🎨 Carol Leigh
September 27, 2025 at 10:43 AM
those fools write HOPE
over the moon's sad face
at which we lose it

#ScifaikuSaturday (hope)

📷 Andrew McCarthy
September 27, 2025 at 8:01 AM
'Now and then comes an hour when the silence is all but absolute, and listening to it one slips out of time. Such a silence is not a mere negation of sound. It is like a new element, and the world is suspended there, and I in it.'

Nan Shepherd, The Living Mountain

#BookWormSat
🎨 Jane MacNeill
September 20, 2025 at 8:47 AM
'Trees, for example, carry the memory of rainfall. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight, and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history, which each tree remembers.'

Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces

#BookWormSat
🎨 Caroline Ashwood
September 6, 2025 at 10:23 AM
'My memories don’t feel as though they’ve been pulled up by the root. Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls.'

Yōko Ogawa, The Memory Police

#BookWormSat (dystopias)

🎨 Aya Takano
August 30, 2025 at 8:22 AM
'To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair.'

Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

#BookwormSat
🎨 Courtenay Kusitor
August 23, 2025 at 8:35 AM
'Humans think they know with certainty where their being ends and someone else's starts.

With their roots tangled and caught up underground, linked to fungi and bacteria, trees harbour no such illusions.'

Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees

🎨 Holly Van Hart

#BookwormSat (trees and taverns)
August 9, 2025 at 10:54 AM
'Matter, that thing the most solid and the well-known, which you are holding in your hands and which makes up your body, is now known to be mostly empty space. Empty space and points of light. What does this say about the reality of the world?'

Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

#BookWormSat
August 2, 2025 at 8:25 AM
'The sweetest and the saltiest flavors, fireworks and moonless nights, scary stories and love movies, resonant words and ancient ideas. I aspire only to small, common miracles.'

Almudena Grandes, Malena is a tango

🎨 Maruja Mallo

#BookWormSat (Spanish literature)
July 26, 2025 at 11:11 AM
'It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation.'

Tove Jansson, The Summer Book

#BookWormSat

🎨Sara Huxley
July 19, 2025 at 8:01 AM
'By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.'

Virginia Woolf, Orlando

#BookWormSat 💙📚

🎨Takahisa Yumeji
July 5, 2025 at 2:26 PM
I say
blooms like fireworks
without the bang
you say allium
(knowing your onions)

#TankaThursday (firework)

🎨Wellcome Collection
July 4, 2025 at 8:16 AM
'Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.'

Mary Wollstonecraft, The Collected Letters

#BookwormSat
(The Enlightenment)

🎨 Barbara Regina Dietzsch
June 28, 2025 at 8:34 AM
'The briefest and slipperiest of the seasons, the one that won't be held to account - because summer won't be held at all, except in bits, fragments, moments, flashes of memory of so-called or imagined perfect summers, summers that never existed.'

Ali Smith, Summer

🎨 Alma Tipton

#BookwormSat
June 21, 2025 at 9:28 AM
'Egypt... dreaming herself through the centuries. Dreaming us all, her children: those who stay and work for her and complain of her, and those who leave and yearn for her and blame her with bitterness for driving them away.'

Ahdaf Soueif, The Map of Love

#BookwormSat (Egypt)

🎨 Sabah Naim
June 7, 2025 at 9:56 AM
'Ghosts are invisible to those who breath, invisible like guilt or gravity or electricity or thoughts. Thousands of unseen hands direct the course of every life.'

Shehan Karunatilaka, The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida

#BookwormSat
(ghosts and witches)

🎨 Geordanna Cordero
May 31, 2025 at 12:41 PM
'When she listened to songs that she loved on the radio, something stirred inside her. A liquid ache spread under her skin, and she walked out of the world like a witch.'

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things

#BookwormSat (music)

🎨 Andrea Helm
May 24, 2025 at 9:51 AM
'He is climbing the spiral staircase of the soul of Gormenghast, bound for some pinnacle of the itching fancy - some wild, invulnerable eyrie best known to himself...'

Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake

#BookwormSat (castles and dogs)

🎨 Alan Lee
May 3, 2025 at 10:21 AM
'In a world full of wonder, even the smallest of creatures can have the grandest of dreams.'

The Phoenix and the Carpet, by E.Nesbit

#BookWormSat #amwriting

🎨 Maria Hristova-Alepou
April 26, 2025 at 10:24 AM