The Secret History - Blog Posts
“She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose white scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze; a girl as bewitching, and clever, as any girl who ever lived.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
—Donna Tartt, The Secret History
"In the first week of April the weather turned suddenly, unseasonably, insistently lovely. The sky was blue, the air warm and windless, and the sun beamed on the muddy ground with all the sweet impatience of June"
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Beauty is terror, whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. -The Secret History
''If you don't believe in anything magical or mysterious, you're dead.''
~Einstain
'It was in my temperament to avoid crowds and fervently attach myself to just one or two people.'
~Mary Shelley
"I've decided that my goal in life is no longer love. I choose myself. That way I won't be disappointed."
~Anne with an e
'YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE,
YOU WANT TO KILL THE THINGS INSIDE.'
If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones, then spit us out reborn.
Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Henry Winter gives me rugby boy vibes:
1. He has the thighs.
2. He does hip thrusts in the gym.
That’s it. That’s the post. Thank you
ART FOR EVERY BOOK I READ THIS SUMMER PART 3: THE SECRET HISTORY BY DONNA TARTT
Life got busy and I forgot about this project but now I’ve recommitted. Soon, you’ll have art for my entire 2024 summer book list!
(Guess who my favorite character was)
something a little mental about reading tsh and suddenly dedicating your college/uni plans to the classics.
LIKE OBVIOUSLY THAT DID NOT WORK OUT WELL IN THE BOOK.
𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐲
“Being the only female in what was basically a boys’ club must have been difficult for her. Miraculously, she didn’t compensate by becoming hard or quarrelsome. She was still a girl, a slight lovely girl who lay in bed and ate chocolates, a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze. But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not the fragile creature one would have her seem.“ - Donna Tartt, The Secret History
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
— Maya Angelou
hot girls be like 'my comfort characters 🤗💐💕' then name the most deranged and psychopathic dredges of humanity who have never felt an ounce of comfort in their life
chaotic academia is learning latin on duolingo
if i had a penny for every fictional hedonist called henry that is possibly probably gay for their best friend and ruined their lives/the lives of others 'for the aesthetic' i would have three pennies, which isn't much, but it's weird that it's happened thrice
i was born in the wrong era. i was supposed to live in the 80s. the 1880s. i was destined to be some rich, idle, ill-fated protagonist of a victorian gothic novel and smoke cigarettes and wear rich fabrics and carry a cane with a carved top and write long, rambling letters in an illegible font to some close friend i may or may not be utterly infatued by and drink red wine at lavish dinners every other night and discuss philosophy and hedonism and sprawl dramatically across chaise longues and and-
beauty is rarely soft or consolatory.
quite the contrary. genuine beauty is always quite alarming.
- the secret history, donna tart
feeling a little goofy, might take part in an ancient ritual in the middle of a forest with a group of insufferable greek students and accidentally kill a farmer whilst in a state of pure enlightenment, idk
girls don't want teddies or chocolates girls want you to pick them up after they cut their foot on glass whilst wading in the lake at their friend's family's mansion in the woods and when they insist that they're too heavy they want you to smile, showing a slight chip in one of your front teeth, and insist, "you're as light as a feather."
girls want henry winter.
i am girls.
i don't want a hot girl summer, i want to go and live in a crumbling, weather-worn lighthouse on the edge of a remote scottish town and wear turtlenecks and cableknit sweaters and and own a big shaggy dog and speak just a little too fondly of my late husbands mysterious death (i totally killed him) and knit scarves in the ruddy light of a mottled oil lamp and clutch a mug of hot tea whilst a storm pelts bullets of icy rain against the glass and-
Richard Papen *a Greek student that knows and has probably studied the homoerotic relationship between Achilles and Patroclus in detail*: They remind me of Henry and I, no homo though—
I relate to Richard Papen way too hard because I too have a longing for the picturesque, think Henry Winter is a God with excellent shoulders and lie pathologically.
The chaos of The Secret History>>>
I don't think I'm ever getting over this book