BookTIN
Spend time on reading and thinking, on flowering morning and moonlight night, and especially on yourself and BookTin.
T-I-N, Talk Idea Nearby
To share the moment the thought blooming anytime and anywhere;
To have a collision just about soul and spirit;
To meet a TINer whose soul is connected.
Read and Think
Keep reading and thinking and earn the ticket to join us.
Talk Idea
Liberate energy and unleash inspirations.
Thought Collision
Before resorting to force, communicate with TINers you agree and disagree with.
Offline Fight
Can't argue clearly online? Let's TALK face to face.
Optional Dating Function
If you need.
Soulmate
Cannot be guaranteened.
The Dead by James Joyce
“Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”
Testimonial From Readers
“Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.”
“Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.”
“Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean.”
