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We’re back…

… and we come bearing exciting news.

We have successfully relocated our headquarters to the deliciously chaotic city of London. Apologies for the elongated radio silence, we have been trying to settle down, to find a healthy balance between work hours and endless pages – being read, being written and being experienced.

Challenge accepted.

Even though we are fully committed to bringing Infusões d’Alma back from its limbo, posts will most likely remain scarce for the next couple of weeks. However, as actions sometimes speak louder than words, we are going to give away a copy of Kate Tempest’s The Bricks that Built the Houses to keep you company while we try to figure this whole thing out.


This is the first time we are giving away a copy of a book that we have yet to read. Even though we adore Kate Tempest, we are taking a leap of faith with you on this one.

Shall we begin?

All you have to do is leave a comment below sharing the title of a book you wouldn’t mind moving into.

You have until the 1st of April to participate. May the odds be ever in your favour, beautiful friends. Oh, and let’s keep in mind the bookish surprises… there will certainly be some of those as well 😉

With all the love,

Infusões d’Alma


December the 31st 2016: Favorite Reads

December the 31st 2016

Dear fellow book lovers,

this year might have been a bit of a roller coaster (the understatement of the century, perhaps), but we made it. Through breathtaking ups and heartbreaking lows, through hardbacks, paperbacks, ebooks and audiobooks, we made it. Oh, and it was an absolute pleasure to share it with you. We hope that 2017 will be everything you need and want it to be.

We would raise our to read piles for a toast, but that’s probably not wise. Instead, we leave you with two (one might be the loneliest number, but two doesn’t even begin to cover it either!) of our favorite reads of the year.

Ana’s Favorites:

The Readers of Broken Wheel Recommend by Katarina Bivald

Me Before You by Jojo Moyes

Mandy’s Favorites:

A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith

Teresa’s Favorites:

A Monster Calls by Patrick Ness

84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff

Favorite debut:

The City Baker’s Guide to Country Living by Louise Miller

As Neil Gaiman once wrote,

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”

With love and amongst pages,

Infusões d’Alma


Chapter One

What better way to start a blog dedicated to the wonder that are books than by telling a story?

Once upon a time there was a little girl who truly disliked books. She didn’t appreciate the written word, she didn’t understand why some people spent hours and hours staring at pages filled with symbols to which someone had once given a meaning and a sound. It made no sense to her. She didn’t want to read someone else’s stories, she wanted to live them, to be them.

So instead, she played outside. She got dirty, she got her body painted in a thousand different shades of purple as she fell over, again and again. She always managed to get up, though.

So instead, she ran outside. Even though her asthma claimed her breath and left her heart racing faster than the fastest horse, she kept running. She enjoyed feeling. The summer rain on her warm face, the sand under her feet, the mud on her knees, the wind on her skin…

She was proud of her constellation of scars, each reminding her of the feeling she seemed to be addicted to.

She felt alive.

And she never thought she would ever feel as alive as now.

Never say never.

One day she found herself holding a copy of “Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone”. That was the very first time her heart skipped a beat at the sight of a book. So she did what she always did when something dared to take her breath away: she took a leap of faith. That was the first time she fell in love. And today she is still falling… longing for more words, more stories, more magic.

This is where the dream begins. I want to help people believe in magic, to help them seek it and to at last find it within themselves. I wish to build an oasis, to create a safe haven… I wish to open a bookstore.

This is the beginning of what I hope to be yet another epic adventure, the first chapter. I am looking forward to sharing this journey with you. Whoever and wherever you are, we are in this together.


Que melhor forma de começar um blog dedicado à maravilha que são os livros do que contando uma história?

Era uma vez uma menina que na verdade não gostava nada de livros. Ela não apreciava a palavra escrita, não compreendia porque é que algumas pessoas passavam horas e horas a olhar para páginas cheias de símbolos aos quais alguém, um dia, se tinha lembrado de atribuir um sentido e um som. Não fazia qualquer sentido para ela. Ela não estava interessada em ler a história de outras pessoas, ela queria viver essas histórias, ser essas histórias.

Então, em vez disso, ela brincava lá fora. Ela sujava-se, pintava a pele de mil tons de roxo quando caía, e mais uma vez, e outra vez. Mas ela acabava sempre por se levantar.

Então, em vez disso, ela corria lá fora. E embora a sua asma reclamasse a sua respiração e deixasse o seu coração a bater mais rápido do que o mais rápido dos cavalos, ela continuava a correr. Ela gostava de sentir. A chuva de Verão na face quente, a areia sob os pés, a lama nos joelhos, o vento na pele…

Ela orgulhava-se da sua constelação de cicatrizes, cada uma lembrando-a do sentir, o sentir em que ela parecia estar viciada.

Ela sentia-se viva.

E nunca pensou que se sentiria tão viva como agora.

Nunca digas nunca.

Um dia, encontrou-se a segurar uma cópia de “Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal”. Essa foi a primeira vez que o coração dela saltou um batimento ao ver um livro. Por isso ela fez o que fazia sempre quando alguma coisa se atrevia a deixá-la sem fôlego: ela deu um salto de fé. Essa foi a primeira vez em que ela se apaixonou. E hoje continua a apaixonar-se… anseando por mais palavras, mais histórias, mais magia.

É aqui que o sonho começa. Quero ajudar mais pessoas a acreditar em magia, ajudá-las a procurá-la e, por fim, a encontrá-la em si mesmas. Quero construir um óasis, criar um porto seguro… Quero abrir uma livraria.

Este é o começo do que espero que seja mais uma aventura épica, o primeiro capítulo. Espero partilhar esta jornada consigo. Quem quer que seja, onde quer que esteja, estamos nisto juntos.


Gibt es einen besseren Weg, einen Blog über das einzigartige Wunder namens Buch zu starten, als eine Geschichte zu erzählen?

Es war einmal ein kleines Mädchen, das Bücher überhaupt nicht mochte. Sie konnte mit niedergeschriebenen Worten nichts anfangen, sie konnte einfach nicht verstehen, warum manche Leute Stunde um Stunde damit verbrachten, Seiten mit Symbolen gefüllt anzustarren, denen jemand Bedeutung und eine Stimme gegeben hatte. In ihren Augen machte es keinen Sinn. Sie wollte nicht die Geschichten anderer lesen, sie wollte sie erleben, sie wollte die Geschichte sein.

Also spielte sie stattdessen im Freien. Sie wurde schmutzig, ihr Körper war gezeichnet von tausenden verschiedener Nuancen von lila als sie wieder und wieder hinfiel. Es gelang ihr jedoch, immer wieder aufzustehen.

Sie rannte also wieder und wieder nach draußen. Obwohl ihr Asthma ihr fast den Atem raubte und ihr Herz schneller schlagen ließ als das des schnellsten Pferdes, rannte sie immer weiter. Sie genoss es zu fühlen. Den Sommerregen auf ihrem warmen Gesicht, den Sand unter ihren Füßen, den Matsch auf ihren Knien, den Wind auf ihrer Haut…

Sie war stolz auf ihre Konstellation von Narben, jede von ihnen an dieses Gefühl erinnernd, nach dem sie so süchtig zu sein schien.

Sie fühlte sich lebendig.

Und sie glaubte, dass sie sich niemals so lebendig fühlen würde wie jetzt.

Doch man soll niemals nie sagen.

Eines Tages hielt sie plötzlich ein Exemplar von “Harry Potter und der Stein der Weisen” in ihren Händen. Das war das allererste Mal, dass ihr Herz beim bloßen Anblick eines Buches schneller schlug. Also tat sie das, was sie immer tat, wenn etwas es wagte, ihr den Atem zu rauben: sie nahm die Herausforderung an und ließ sich darauf ein. Das war das erste Mal, dass sie sich verliebte. Und auch heute geschieht ihr dies immer und immer wieder…in Sehnsucht nach noch mehr Wörtern, mehr Geschichten, mehr Magie.

Hier fängt der Traum an. Ich möchte Menschen dabei helfen, an die Magie zu glauben, ihnen helfen sie zu suchen und sie letztendlich in ihrem eigenen Inneren zu finden. Ich möchte eine Oase kreieren, einen Zufluchtsort erschaffen…ich möchte einen Buchladen eröffnen.

Dies ist der Beginn eines, wie ich hoffe, weiteren epischen Abenteuers – das erste Kapitel. Ich freue mich darauf, diese Reise mit euch zu teilen. Wer immer und wo immer ihr auch seid, wir werden sie zusammen erleben.